Even Kings Kneel Lyrics – D12

Read the full Even Kings Kneel lyrics by D12 from the album D12 Forever (Vol. 1) along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy D12’s music, you can also explore What If? and Forever, two other songs by D12.

[Verse 1: Proof & Kuniva]
Mic’s the key to my dreams
Got dope to feed to these fiends
I’m out here for immediate cream
Shady Records, motherfu*ker, y’all ain’t beating the team
It’s soldiers in the streets, they all weak in the knees
Speak to the streets, creeping on P, guess again
I don’t play, motherfu*ker, I got a “F” in the gym
Yes, it’s him, hotter than Texas wind
Leave you face down, floating with your next of kin
Texas, send slugs to pick off on your flesh
So many holes, Tiger Woods’ll play golf on your chest
Yes, cautious of death, take monstrous steps
Looking for wankstas and any imposters left

[Chorus]
Stop claiming you hard, your boss gon’ report to a king, your king gotta meet their god
And your arms too short to box with us
We all kneel, no matter who you are
You’re not breaking the squad, your boss gon’ report to a king, your king gotta meet their god
And you’re not qualified to stop us
You’re not winning, no matter who you are

[Verse 2: Swifty McVay]
I’m holding a pillowcase full of hockey pucks
I’mma shatter your face and I’mma watch it crush
Call the doctors up
One punch should make you feel like you got hit with a Tonka truck (B!tch)
You are not to fu*k with this colossal bunch
You fronting, pulling a Pentecostal stunt
I’m Godzilla about to stop n!ggas
The S.W.A.T. gon’ come get us
My size is too big, I’m unstoppable

[Verse 3: Kuniva]
Make room, n!ggas are actors, factory workers
Walk in your break room and break you, you take two

Make moves, family over all so we can’t lose
Take shoes, fill ’em up with cement, then we take you
For a lake cruise, bottom of the lake with a great view
Guns hot like it was fresh out the oven of baked food
Shake fools on the regular, letting them apes loose
Won’t confess to nothing, even with crackers and grape juice

[Verse 4: Proof, Kuniva, Kuniva, Proof & Swifty McVay]
Hit the streets like death ain’t coming
Pack guns that’ll blow your chest and stomach in
Posted on your block like I sell rocks
With two Glocks, hop up, popping out of your mailbox
Hell’s hot, we’ll clap you up
Glock to get your captain snuffed
Since you rapping tough, in your face like gas is stuck
We smash and crush your whole hood like plastic cups
D12 is forever, n!gga, that’s what’s up