I'm King Gregree and I've been sent cause I'm the dominant vibration
of the Great Architect but I’m not a Mason, I’m saying, aint it ironic?
I’m pondering the nature of being King Gregree
and I feel lucky as a King can be
and your rhymes are still sucking the thumb all the while,
huh, hate to say it but your style’s infantile,
while mine is the Master all of all creation,
I am the ritual, I don’t need initiation
cause I am the Apex already,
when you worship anything, you’re worshiping me,
for I am the Owl of progeny, that’s my Mamma
and boy is She proud of me,
yes, I am the awakened final incarnation,
I walk the Earth breathing flames, Dragon slaying,
yeah, it takes one to kill one,
my scales of gold and teal reveal the seal of Nevidi Gailnee,
what will you say when I make your reality go away?
Insane, all the ways I spit the truth,
I made off with the sacred stash
of magical ash from the Phoenix I was before
Insane, all the ways I spit the truth,
I made off with the sacred stash
of magical ash from the Phoenix I was before
You fuckin bug, no wait I’m bugging,
I wouldn’t even call you haters “insects”
cause I like insects so you’ve all been hexed,
I got game like connect 4 and what’s more is
I’m always In sexual union with your boo,
she’s always begging Gregree for more,
She always get’s her fill on all these goodies I got,
so smack a dalmatian on the ass cause I hit the spot,
yeah, we doin it and doin it and doin it well,
when we’re done, I roll up two fat L’s,
she asked for a hit, I said “what the shit?!?! Oh, hell no!!!
You can’t hit this, cause these blunts are for delf”,
So call me “delfish”,
yeah, I said motherfucker call me “delfish”
as I delve into this shit deeper than I did before,
Hell yeah, I’m Gregree,
I’m Devilish down to the core
Insane, all the ways I spit the truth,
I made off with the sacred stash
of magical ash from the Phoenix I was before
Insane, all the ways I spit the truth,
I made off with the sacred stash
of magical ash from the Phoenix I was before
I’m smooth as silk, you’re coarse as stubble,
no, the Spirits never mumble,
They’re coming through loud and clear,
hear them in my ear three hundred and sixty five days throughout the year,
none can spit as sick as I and I fear not one god damn single thing
cause I am the motherfucking King,
every move that you make and every breath that you take,
I’ll be watching you, feel the sting of the hornet,
no horse shit, if you try to gas me up, unleaded,
I’m saying you won’t soon forget the pain inflicted by the sickness of my venom,
realistically speaking, reality is a fleeting game of nothing and everything,
winning a pass, escape from the lasso,
loose from the noose of the past and the present,
what are you left with, the future?
Don’t be too sure,
cause nothing is as it seems
and let’s set the truth free,
It’s all a lazy summer dream
Insane, all the ways I spit the truth,
I made off with the sacred stash
of magical ash from the Phoenix I was before
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