Flying High, Pt. 2 cover

Royal Hand Paroles

The Alchemist

Album Flying High, Pt. 2

Paroles de Royal Hand

When the spirit dies, he tries to take his own
And then lay rest with his soul in the darkness
Our soul shall enter into the mortal body
And possess it's spirit through identity
He shall steal the fire they tried to destroy
And gain thy strength until the last tutor shall see no more

You know that
You know that
You know that
You know that
You know that
You know that
You know that
You know that
You know that

Throwing a wrench, put you on a reserve
I set you back down on the bench (Uh)
See the "Do Not Disturb" sign when I'm cashing out the rent (Out the rent)
See all double, I get it wrapped without the scеnt
Bubble-eye Bеnz, I'm blackin' out the tint (All that)
Throw me the pinch, I'll smack it out the fence
Then I hang my jacket out to rinse
I'm dripping, I'm swimming in a sauce container
Electric current flowin' through me, I'm an oscillator Word for word, you're not on my Lavelle
I clean up nice, there's not a spot on my lapel (Nothing)
Still labeling price tags with product on the shelf
Don't walk around with a toolbox, I got it on the belt (I got it on the belt)
Slide in any pocket, provided I'ma melt
After the cards were shuffled and divided I was dealt
A royal hand (Royal hand)
Boiled a pollo rapper, then foil and saran
You a boy band, I'm sip petroleum straight from an oil can

Are you asking me to believe that a-
A man who has been dead three thousand years
Has the power to transfer his soul in the body of another human being?
I'm not asking you to believe that, captain

You know that
You know that
You know that
You know that
You know that
You know that
You know that (Yeah)
You know that
You know that (Let's go)

Uh, throw 'em over the cliffs (Huh)
Push 'em over the edge (Mm)
Shove 'em into the pits (Mm)
Pull 'em into the fire
Drown 'em down in the water
Choke 'em until they bubble
This cut is more than a slaughter
I'm crossing over the borders away
It's a disorder, this order had me
I'm tourin' in Californi', a foreign (Grr)
Riding foreigns and flooring, yeah
Flying past the cornea, four in the morning
One for the books, call the historian (Ow)
Living life in euphoria
We'll get you niggas caught in the waves
Heavy flooding like back in the days
Have that haze send you back in a phase
Acting bestrays and brave with graze your grace
'Til your back's in a grave (Ayy)
That's the recipes from earth
Either barbeque flames or make peace with dirt (Oh)
And rushed in the soil, the fresh always spoil
You're not shocking me like I'm next to a Tesla coil (Zzz)
And when I'm cooking, I bring the best to a boil (Mhm)
Dirty grease dripped, then save the freshest oil (C'mon)
No retreat for when they expect trims and loyals (Uh-huh)
I'm cut from a cloth, the king's extra royal (Yeah, ah ah ah)

Something over which we have no control did happen
The instant that validates the [?]
You're a doctor? You've been quite known for this
I don't know how to fight the unknown
I say we find the royal tomb then we find the answer
I'm gonna surprise you, [?]
I say we do two

A long time ago I used to write in 3D
All that type of stuff
Y'know

You know what I was doing?
I was on the internet, ok
The internet is...