We Three Kings

Three kings walkin’ in, no crown, just soul,

Cooler than a Swiss Roll fresh out the cold.

Brandon, Shane, and Steven on the stroll,

Legends in the game, yeah, we’re on patrol.

Don’t blink too fast, you might miss the gold,

Three cool dudes with a story to be told.

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Yo, it’s Brandon the quiet, the fast-witted champ,

Lost my hair young, but still lightin’ up the lamp.

I charm your mom while I’m sippin’ on tea,

Got game so smooth, even mirrors envy me.

I don’t talk much, but I say what’s true,

And I drop punchlines like I’m throwin’ kung fu.

Bald head gleamin’, mind sharp as a dart,

I don’t need hair, I got brains and heart.

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Now here comes Shane with the hammer and flame,

Buildin’ whole cities from a pile of shame.

Cooler than ice, but my work ethic burns,

Navy strong, even when the ship turns.

Yeah, I’m a seaman, but don’t get it twisted,

I’m the reason half your walls even existed.

I craft with hands, lead with steel,

I’m a humble beast with a power you feel.

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Steven in the house with a whole damn crew,

Got more kids than a Bronx school view.

Mic in my hand, cigar in my jaw,

Snuggled with my boo, I’m the flyest you saw.

I spit rhymes while the kiddos nap,

And still make time for my evening cap.

I rap about life, I rap about fun,

I rap with love when the day’s all done.

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We the triple threat – brains, brawn, and bars,

Riding through the night in unregistered cars.

Not thugs, just bros with incredible flow,

Turn a Costco run into a sold-out show.

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Yeah, Brandon, Shane, and Stevie too,

Cooler than the wind when it’s breezin’ through.

Cooler than your ex when she act brand new,

Cooler than the Yeti holdin’ mountain dew.

Cooler than a freezer full of ice-cold coals…

Cooler than Little Debbie Swiss Rolls!