Artist: Timbo King f/ Armel, Dreddy Kruger, Sunz of Man
Album:  n/a
Song:   United Kings
Typed by: Tha Masta

[Intro: Hell Razah]
Yo, son, I've got somethin' to tell you. KnowI'msayin'?
Because when you're goin' to be a great speaker. KnowI'msayin'? 
A wise man told me to be a hero of your own tongue. KnowI'msayin'?

[Dreddy Kruger]
True indeed, I hug tracks like my seed
Masada, wack MC's do me nada
King Solomon the great came to evaporate the hate
Yeah you, you know you're Power U
You recognize the voice but it damn sure ain't Kru'

[Timbo King]
Intensify the pressure, my swordsmanship rules the globe (Right there)
With ancient war strategies, signals from royal codes
The golden, chosen, tribe from Medina
United Kingdom, righteous leaders
The queens greet us, with peace
My east Asian style conquers Greece

[Interlude: Hell Razah]
Yo, yo
{*singing*}
We drop the jewels that make the world know... Kings
We drop the jewels that make these MC's... vibe

[Hell Razah]
This the King Constantine from the Maccabees, what?
United Kingdom, now build or destruct
Uncuff my handcuffs, there be money to discuss
This poor Sun of Man used to rule like King Tut'
We could battle til you're bankrupt, fill your tank up
Come and see me from my practice, the young baptist
With a gun under the mattress, to burn my matches
When the war comes don't look for faxes, ashes to ashes
We're jumpin' out of car crashes, feed the masses

[Armel]
Yo, the read up will keep my stee up
I be the Snugg-Up, yo, shut up
Your quarter, illusions, contusions
Confusions, so I ask what are you doin'?
Calm down that booin', cuz what you thought wasn't amusin'
Coins, different personalities, make you burn calories
Once I finish you, the signature like an art gallery
Got batteries in his back, but it wasn't a new pack
It's like a car with no gas tryin' to go real fast
I'm lettin' you know from the get-go, MC's you'll be petro
You'd better take the metro, before I'll give permission to let your
ass just chill and stand around me
And If I didn't, I'm admittin', I'm a Coin MC
Until the time we'll be doin' this naturally
Because you devils keep tryin' to white castle me

[Prodigal Sunn]
Yo, I watch an adversary come before me
with imaginary mob stories, call me the God of glory
Son, you bore me with them sob stories
Stationary in my sector, sippin' nectar
Mental perfector, light injector, the star catcher
Stay stimulated, updated, rated in my crimin'hood
You devastated, frustrated, hated up to no good
You wish you would, could, never understood
The facts of life, get your shit right
Be the first to lose your windpipe
Tryin' to fight the Brooklyn Knight
You get blown like the kite
When I strike that ass with light it's similar to dynamite
I'm in or out of sight, MC's taste your Fright Night
I'm like that Ike and the Tina Turner, carry your burner

[Chorus 4X: Armel {*singing*}]
United Kings makin' power moves by all means
The truth is the proof to see clear through all schemes

[Outro: Hell Razah (Prodigal Sunn) {Armel}]
What's up? KnowI'msayin'? The fake-ass niggas Mooncycle
KnowI'msayin'? 1998, Brooklyn Zu, word up (the Fake Apostles)
When we drop it's like a bull drops {Rose Family}
All y'all niggas is waitin' for (Begga Clan)
KnowI'msayin'? Father Lord, peace to the rest, word up
(U.K.) You know what I'm sayin'? (12 Jewelz, U.K.)
KnowI'msayin'? San Diego, it's how we're doin' it
All you wait for in Bethlehem, Brooklyn it is
You know what I'm sayin'? And we're out, word
{United Kings. United Kings. United Kings.} (United Kingdom.)