Artist: Darkim Be Allah Album: The Manhattan Project Song: Christ the King Typed by: pneumatic [Darkim Be Allah] The East coast host your holiness Don't sleep, I keep guacamole grip Julah Sha the first one that told me this The black man's God, It's hard We after Satan with a hit squad Catch him in on the bricks or in the yard It's God season, Might pop off for any reason Watch his start release'n Call me coke, Cause I'm colon freeze Supreme Architect, Wings in the projects Allah Christ who's gift to God enlight God on the mic, Drop jewels just to quench your thirst Tell the truth and abuse every bitch in church This news hurt, Couple clues they aint mention first A lot of light shine'n, Christ lost your rhyme'n Chisel cut like a diamond, This is power of refinement I very likely to blast every time they pass mics to me first Man it's better then a hype beat I clash with foes who think stashin my cloths I hold a key for wise man older then me I swim over the sea, Begin solar degree A G-O to the D, Walk through water cross your border Christ make street cross the order on a snitch with a tape recorder Rappers debate, I slaughter I'm King Christ, If I lose I'ma bring it twice [Chorus 2X: Darkim Be Allah] Drop a million scientist, Killin your highness This Fame Life, Christ is timeless Now the whole world got they eyes on this Who I came with, I heard em sing Christ the King of this [Darkim Be Allah] Everyday launderer, Play the corner They stay callin up the coroner Christ gettin money with the foreigners Control the Planet, Do work solo mechanic Play the coast of the Atlantic It's Christ holdin the tablets The Black Sea, Christy make the rhymes breathe The tracks bleed, Batteries included I'm deep, Street ______ How many times I walk with plenty rhymes son New York shines, God bodies talk in the mind I walk with nine, Brought mine Thoughts stay divine with crime, Got experience Judge and jury and they can't seal me in Make a plan or experiment, (I'm out on bail right now) I clap rappers after packin it backwards On the block with my capital stackin Knowin DT's hate, Lookin back laughin The blackest African, They know my face it look familiar Catch me with the crooks and the killers Brooklyn Guerrillas, South Bronx, Harlem Queens thrillers, Shaolin with the wizard Drop a line paint a whole picture, Hieroglyph literature The knowledge for domes, Poem deliverer Built from the bridges and the staircase entrance And the same place that murders attempted Where some strike back over old resentment It's like a dream but it's real, Call me Christ the King [Chorus 4X]