Lyrics
Long time since red hens, a trail of dead pens
Release meant rest in peace for some best friends
Met Mojo and the Duj through T1
Laced a track in Queens Modells had begun
Last day for London my bag was packed
But I swore, we’ll record many more when I’m back
Met Mark B droppin' frees at Vadim’s Shack
For Thing and Kela’s mixtape, had bangers and mash
And discussed wax we dug for, culture we loved more
Than life itself, before it became a drug war
Foundations for my records in '04
At the corner formed that Nuffsaid onslaught
Met Prowla, made a connect
Backstage at LC’s launch for stage is set
Staen 1 made the plan be paid respect
We rep Adelaide to death from a to z
Menace worked like a madman not takin' a breath
Tore truth from the books 'til no pages were left
Let no man kill a legacy remaining a threat
Chess game, check mate in this playground of death
We still kings, every piece had to play a role
Refused to play pawn, we saw the majors fold
Kids in the street don’t care what your label sold
They want it real from the heart and displaying soul
Culture of Kings got album of the week
We Built This and my track were both four spins deep
Everyday when it played, I saw my friend Josh weep
Tears of joy for the boy he’d seen fiend for these beats
Since second grade Kool Herc, Melle Mel, Busy Bee
Rock Steady Frees by Rammellzee
Cold Crush, Bambaataa and the Treacherous Three
Vaughn Bode, Skeme, See, Frank Frazetta and Lee
These kings reigned from LA to NYC
But back home mad pioneers taking the lead
Hype Magazine readers, RIP chrome pieces
73A, RCE, TDC Heaters
AKA Brothers, Rise and Tarkee
The Almighty Def Wish, Die C and Unique
Puzle Burners had a kid too impressed to speak
Voices from the underground when our culture was free
Many see it now as rotten beef vultures will eat
And hyenas guard the carcass of an MPC
If you need good times, I’ve got double of chic
Need hood rhymes? Parkside by Schoolly D
Respect my history livin' in the here and now
I pray the youth are gonna take the time to hear me out
Infinite people out there owed props and clout
So if I missed you out, next time I’ll give you a shout
We still kings, every piece had to play a role
Refused to play pawn, we saw the majors fold
Kids in the street don’t care what your label sold
They want it real from the heart and displaying soul
I know a king without a fam will die a lonely man
I owe my clan a flamboyant holler wavin' my hands
Four in a Home, thousand round the globe
7 warriors in Harlem, DTA, Ayo, Milano
Wax Po, Mas D on Lennox and Two Fifth
My home away from home, Buddy, Rheturik and Jig
BX connects Ready Cee and DJ Mixx
The Beatnuts, The Dapkings, peace Akir we rebellious
Big Jeff, DP One, Murs and Seam
Will tell on the boards recorded verses for Mean
Strong Hold, Atoms Fam, The Plague and FT
Z Trip, Marvellous Flowz RIP
USN, Planetrock, Tomkat, The A Team
Motion, D&D, Terra Firma, BG
My Oz Japanese Leo bro Matty Biz
Quilly, P-Torx and Bhaev what it is
Cake, Carlisle Clique, Ahska, The Mud Fam
Without all you kings I was just one man
In an hourglass clutchin' at the sand
You expanded my mind and you made me what I am
Now I do it for the kings
We still kings, every piece had to play a role
Refused to play pawn, we saw the majors fold
Kids in the street don’t care what your label sold
They want it real from the heart and displaying soul
