(Verse 1: Eayzie)
Unknown Kings (used)
Who I am and where I'm from is the same damn thing, Eayzie motherfucker E, and I'm the unknown king, grew up and raise in, metropolitan D, but u don't know me, I keep me low key,
Unknown kings... We do it only for the love of the beat, u never heard of me, I go unseen like applied Vaseline I like to be, behind the scene than on a screen, every time I get high I zone out, got my phone out, on my own so I got my own flow now, got some weed so I'm feelin blown out, killin shit I throw down, on a microphone I hold now, unknown kings me and drawer can say things honestly, we don't, hand out apologies ironically I'm sorry, if u don't follow me, this Journeys been an Odyssey, Grand Caravan, all mini vans, man I'm skinny tan, Fuck a hash tag, I ampersand and, do it with a hella grin, keep myself alien, hidden like a gem, ya gotta dig a little bit, to hear our shit, you're dealing with, them unknown kings possible is anything, pack a bowl or two or three, not known is my mystique, homegrown fresh from the D, the best you've never seen, so don't blink, sneek a peek cause it's who ya came to see...

(Chorus: Ralloski)
unknown kings, kings unknown
weed from the weed store, fuck that home grown
representin D-Town, thats my fuckin home,
unknown kings, invisible thrown,
your majesty of the Michigan state,
runnin shit, im talkin all 5 of them lakes
who i am and where im from's the same damn thing,
lowkey royalty, an unknown king, nigga.

(Verse 2: Drawer)
i dont give a fuck
middle finger up
fuck the populous, id rather stay anonymous
thats the god in us
thorns like a crown to us,
towering over cowards with our prowess, this is obvious,
we're topping ya with every song that we're droppin on ya
fuck collar poppin we're mockin all this swag bologna
like powder, ill chop ya like a helicopter, and snort ya through a straw, not sleepin on ya, but undercover like the law does,
call us flawless Osama's, you think we're sinkin to the bottom, well your opinion is shit next to kings dropping sticky in the log of,
a blunt, gettin lit B,
thats about all that i want,
with my queen with me,
with my balls in her cunt,
this song im calling it Tut,
cuz this king, and you smell like butt
thats the only thing we have in Tutankhamen (tootin-common)
fuck you, get a clue,
toss your raps in the shitter too, before i kick your grammer right in the Liverpool,
cuz its shity English, you could do your best diss rendit-ion, its like goin against the wind when you're pissin, its missin and blurin up your vision, delicious, the thought exquisite, better look for backpacks, cuz its the bomb when i rip it,
brim bent backwords hat fitted, bitchs dont make us seal team 6 this, although its like we already did it, you missed it, the unknown kings, we stay lit and unlisted

(Chorus: Ralloski)
unknown kings, kings unknown
weed from the weed store, fuck that home grown
representin D-Town, thats my fuckin home,
unknown kings, invisible thrown,
your majesty of the Michigan state,
runnin shit, im talkin all 5 of them lakes
who i am and where im from's the same damn thing,
lowkey royalty, an unknown king, nigga.