For The Kings

(Hook) x3 This is for the kings, queens, pawns, rooks and All of the stories being torn from books I realised from the day that we were born We look for the vibrating harmony this form had shook (Verse 1) I started out as a toy like just everyone else Ben Delta: my close friends call me Delts I heard Rakim talk about knowledge of self While the rest were just trying to be bad like L.L But moreso, '84, my brother Shaun I saw Perform raw B-boy movement on a concrete floor These memories will endlessly drive my pen Four kids in a circle playing breaker's revenge Rode with my grandmother on rusty red hens When tags were up rocking and burnt us head spins Heavy was the head forced to wear the crown Yet to lessen the burden, friends share it around With the island for a castle, coast for a moat Say the grace, place a name to the face that gave hope Prince Ken Swift freezes, Lee Munn pieces Criminal mind and 9 millimeter teachers All City Style, wore Ultra Mag easers Saw the streets of New York through a Kool G. Rap thesis Saw the day in Jemiah, I boarded a plane To flow rotten apple cider inside a cold vein amongst Kings, queens, pawns, rooks and All of the stories being torn from books I realised from the day that we were born We look for the vibrating harmony this form had shook (Hook) x2 For the kings, queens, pawns, rooks and All of the stories being torn from books I realised from the day that we were born We look for the vibrating harmony this form had shook (Verse 2) You see a king without a queen may die a lonely man Love isn't a god. It's a fist enclosed within an open hand We grope the sands of time, in the hope we can refine Emotion to understand divine Expose an expanded mind, for those stranded on winding roads When I'm in rhyming mode. Blue R I flow pen Autographs signed no end Your bar fights saw a show close again Carpark script goes for ten minutes in all To battle hardship we M.C. Not in it to brawl Mortality, Your Majesty, kingdoms fall Saw crims in Jordan Fours, Tims worn in storms Kings born as jesters. There's been supporters and hecklers Still endured to the break of dawn's breakfast was fit for a king Spit polish your crown to spawn thorns from within A fortress laid down For the kings, queens, pawns, rooks and All of the stories being torn from books I realised from the day that we were born We had looked for the vibrating harmony this form had shook (Hook) x2 For the kings, queens, pawns, rooks and All of the stories being torn from books Realised from the day that we were born We looked for the vibrating harmony this form had shook For the kings, queens It's for the kings, rooks It's for the kings It's for the kings It's for the kings, queens, pawns, rooks and All of the knowledge that was torn from books