| Song | Kings Only |
| Artist | Spit Syndicate |
| Album | Exile |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Intro | |
| One Dayers on top and it don't stop, | |
| JSquared on top and it don't stop, | |
| I-Dub all day and it don't stop, | |
| And it don't stop, | |
| 'Cause it won't stop, Eso talk to 'em.. | |
| Verse 1 | |
| Back when the blue and reds lights meant a chase to duck, | |
| We were laying in the cut with the spray can tucked, | |
| On our way to the party to raise our cups, | |
| And maybe blaze it up, run game and such, | |
| On the inner west side, that's where I discovered it, | |
| In awe of the older boys I was running with, | |
| Komrade Kos, was on some other shit, | |
| He showed me the flow, I went home and studied it, | |
| This is all it taught me, | |
| Listen when a legend talks, | |
| All that came before me, | |
| The war stories, walls of four storeys, | |
| That bleed colour, lay lore and glory, | |
| I was once pulled aside by a king pin, | |
| Said Listen young gun remember just one thing, | |
| It ain't nothing to a boss, | |
| Even less to a king, | |
| You can guess just how unconcerned I been, | |
| Hook | |
| Everybody's got a mark to make, so make yours, | |
| But look both ways before you move forward, | |
| Softly we tread in the presence of those, | |
| Who paved the path on which we walk, | |
| Verse 2 – Jimmy | |
| Back when the blue and red lights meant that we got chauffeured, | |
| Three bags full pulling' "can I go sir"? | |
| No words describe Sereck and Doc Phibes saying' do your homework 'cause you gon' be dope, | |
| I heard my grandad's brother tell me nothing is free, | |
| Trains had full colour W.C's, ink stained back cars, yard custom keys, | |
| Plus dmote put me under his wing, young kings in the making, | |
| My boy Casey used to break when, my mother thought I was asleep at 3 A.M, | |
| We went painting, tryna outdo each other like true brothers, don't let the memories fade man, | |
| Spray can or mic I'll make lights but taking full credit for it just ain't right, | |
| So I took a few seconds out of just one night to let the world know you redefined me, to me you're my kings. | |
| Verse 3 – Nick/Jimmy | |
| We do it for the kings, queens, pawns, rooks, | |
| And all of the stories from which I took. | |
| See as a kid I looked on but only from a distance, | |
| City in my vision, biggie in my Discman | |
| The streets were glistening listening in my hoodie, | |
| Adelaide kings had the full tilt boogie and it shook me, | |
| Before I hit battles as a rookie, | |
| Capricorn cat it was that that pushed me | |
| See BNE shut shows down nationwide, | |
| Wide-eyed from the side when they let us ride, | |
| Tied together, with some delta lines, | |
| And Urthboy's catalogue whatever cost we'll get inside. | |
| Now we've arrived, we in and we in and, | |
| They say we winning, | |
| But it's just beginning, are you ready to ride, | |
| This is a testament to the legends that set us right, | |
| Your footsteps are forever true kings never die. |
| Intro | |
| One Dayers on top and it don' t stop, | |
| JSquared on top and it don' t stop, | |
| IDub all day and it don' t stop, | |
| And it don' t stop, | |
| ' Cause it won' t stop, Eso talk to ' em.. | |
| Verse 1 | |
| Back when the blue and reds lights meant a chase to duck, | |
| We were laying in the cut with the spray can tucked, | |
| On our way to the party to raise our cups, | |
| And maybe blaze it up, run game and such, | |
| On the inner west side, that' s where I discovered it, | |
| In awe of the older boys I was running with, | |
| Komrade Kos, was on some other shit, | |
| He showed me the flow, I went home and studied it, | |
| This is all it taught me, | |
| Listen when a legend talks, | |
| All that came before me, | |
| The war stories, walls of four storeys, | |
| That bleed colour, lay lore and glory, | |
| I was once pulled aside by a king pin, | |
| Said Listen young gun remember just one thing, | |
| It ain' t nothing to a boss, | |
| Even less to a king, | |
| You can guess just how unconcerned I been, | |
| Hook | |
| Everybody' s got a mark to make, so make yours, | |
| But look both ways before you move forward, | |
| Softly we tread in the presence of those, | |
| Who paved the path on which we walk, | |
| Verse 2 Jimmy | |
| Back when the blue and red lights meant that we got chauffeured, | |
| Three bags full pulling' " can I go sir"? | |
| No words describe Sereck and Doc Phibes saying' do your homework ' cause you gon' be dope, | |
| I heard my grandad' s brother tell me nothing is free, | |
| Trains had full colour W. C' s, ink stained back cars, yard custom keys, | |
| Plus dmote put me under his wing, young kings in the making, | |
| My boy Casey used to break when, my mother thought I was asleep at 3 A. M, | |
| We went painting, tryna outdo each other like true brothers, don' t let the memories fade man, | |
| Spray can or mic I' ll make lights but taking full credit for it just ain' t right, | |
| So I took a few seconds out of just one night to let the world know you redefined me, to me you' re my kings. | |
| Verse 3 Nick Jimmy | |
| We do it for the kings, queens, pawns, rooks, | |
| And all of the stories from which I took. | |
| See as a kid I looked on but only from a distance, | |
| City in my vision, biggie in my Discman | |
| The streets were glistening listening in my hoodie, | |
| Adelaide kings had the full tilt boogie and it shook me, | |
| Before I hit battles as a rookie, | |
| Capricorn cat it was that that pushed me | |
| See BNE shut shows down nationwide, | |
| Wideeyed from the side when they let us ride, | |
| Tied together, with some delta lines, | |
| And Urthboy' s catalogue whatever cost we' ll get inside. | |
| Now we' ve arrived, we in and we in and, | |
| They say we winning, | |
| But it' s just beginning, are you ready to ride, | |
| This is a testament to the legends that set us right, | |
| Your footsteps are forever true kings never die. |
| Intro | |
| One Dayers on top and it don' t stop, | |
| JSquared on top and it don' t stop, | |
| IDub all day and it don' t stop, | |
| And it don' t stop, | |
| ' Cause it won' t stop, Eso talk to ' em.. | |
| Verse 1 | |
| Back when the blue and reds lights meant a chase to duck, | |
| We were laying in the cut with the spray can tucked, | |
| On our way to the party to raise our cups, | |
| And maybe blaze it up, run game and such, | |
| On the inner west side, that' s where I discovered it, | |
| In awe of the older boys I was running with, | |
| Komrade Kos, was on some other shit, | |
| He showed me the flow, I went home and studied it, | |
| This is all it taught me, | |
| Listen when a legend talks, | |
| All that came before me, | |
| The war stories, walls of four storeys, | |
| That bleed colour, lay lore and glory, | |
| I was once pulled aside by a king pin, | |
| Said Listen young gun remember just one thing, | |
| It ain' t nothing to a boss, | |
| Even less to a king, | |
| You can guess just how unconcerned I been, | |
| Hook | |
| Everybody' s got a mark to make, so make yours, | |
| But look both ways before you move forward, | |
| Softly we tread in the presence of those, | |
| Who paved the path on which we walk, | |
| Verse 2 Jimmy | |
| Back when the blue and red lights meant that we got chauffeured, | |
| Three bags full pulling' " can I go sir"? | |
| No words describe Sereck and Doc Phibes saying' do your homework ' cause you gon' be dope, | |
| I heard my grandad' s brother tell me nothing is free, | |
| Trains had full colour W. C' s, ink stained back cars, yard custom keys, | |
| Plus dmote put me under his wing, young kings in the making, | |
| My boy Casey used to break when, my mother thought I was asleep at 3 A. M, | |
| We went painting, tryna outdo each other like true brothers, don' t let the memories fade man, | |
| Spray can or mic I' ll make lights but taking full credit for it just ain' t right, | |
| So I took a few seconds out of just one night to let the world know you redefined me, to me you' re my kings. | |
| Verse 3 Nick Jimmy | |
| We do it for the kings, queens, pawns, rooks, | |
| And all of the stories from which I took. | |
| See as a kid I looked on but only from a distance, | |
| City in my vision, biggie in my Discman | |
| The streets were glistening listening in my hoodie, | |
| Adelaide kings had the full tilt boogie and it shook me, | |
| Before I hit battles as a rookie, | |
| Capricorn cat it was that that pushed me | |
| See BNE shut shows down nationwide, | |
| Wideeyed from the side when they let us ride, | |
| Tied together, with some delta lines, | |
| And Urthboy' s catalogue whatever cost we' ll get inside. | |
| Now we' ve arrived, we in and we in and, | |
| They say we winning, | |
| But it' s just beginning, are you ready to ride, | |
| This is a testament to the legends that set us right, | |
| Your footsteps are forever true kings never die. |