Trugoy the Dove. Dave. Plug Two. “You consider 'em king, about to icing on cakes Chariots cruise at tortoise speeds Lay your bifocals on royalty Longer than Sears catalogue Stern like matadors and fattable actual LPs Mirror the crimson tide The color of the Rubics Them duplex fuse got your nose up But cozy up to this warmth though That long term froze is up The jone is up I get swallowed by the barracuda Androids read raps off iPhones I choke the blood out of felt tips Heavy weights up to the front if the belt fits The wealth is like ivory toothpicks One out of each tusk And must gets bust for each and every hiccup Salute life when dawn breaks Foreign colors foreign mink lapel's on these royalty capes I repeat, salute life when dawn breaks Foreign colors foreign mink lapel's on these royalty capes Royalty”
