from Pete Nice to Pete Nelson Yelping like your dog Kubrick, them toothpicks gave you looselips "The gauge goes..." I don't give 2 shits That mescaline got you talking like you're MC
if you ain't Google it And I don't Gossip Girl but Leighton Meester She could get it easy like a Kool G. Rap feature MC's Straight up, I'll peel they
I got the King Kong Hop, the Godzilla Rock Keep it inside of a strong box cause the killer watts Cause I'm alive as I can be Hip-hoppin body-rockin MC
Fe Job ou ni ba fenmi, Kraze ennemie kon foumi En Rezume Nou pa la pou kite, Sa ensemble depi l?antiquite Black Po, A Black King Nou ka feel Black Po, A Black King
going through changes There's a business going on, cars continue to change Nothing stays the same, there were always renegades Like Chief Sitting Bull, Tom Payne Like Martin Luther King
represent For every step I went this brother left a dent When I break ground with magnificient sounds Step in the ring, you wanna be king, you get crowned
out, my name is Ali I roll with them Lunatics You know us, know what I'm sayin' But what you might not know Is we got a lot of MC's in St. Louis So we
meat? (No) Did your cousin make this beat? (Yep) What you got on your feet? Are you respected in the streets? How old are you? Are you an MC Cannibal?
on tone B.I.G. was the king of NY and I am here to heir the throne Fuck who's the realist MC, cause I'm the livest one Y'all Jordan, Magic, & Bird and
all critics got a lot of nerve Crab disease got the game muffled A new king has emerged I'm him to the third [Verse 1] Look since a young boy choking MC
t goin, dowwwwwwn [J-Ro] We leave MC's in the lost and, found Get up, pick up your face off the, ground You get to tee off the Likwit, sound West coast legends, the kings
the house up but moms is payin rent (Yae yay!) You got bent, look at all the shit you sent her through Out there startin shit like the King T interview
inner soul Multiple beats to subject to discussion Wild Child sets it off after DJ Rome bring in my cuts in Can't understand overnight MC's that can't
that shit with J and Swift, buy a ninety-six Impala and lace it with the deez out my own stack of cheese Get a extra flossy floss and toss King Tee the
[J-Ro] Yeah, Alkaholiks! J-Ro, Tash, E-Swift That's right We're not done Uh-uh, c'mon Ain't it drunk King, Tee, he drink wit us Defari, he drink wit
in me, took my time Let a nigga ro-tate turn on the table Put in the diamond needle, pull it to your ego What? You the king in the chair on my ground
I should Diss You, wack rhymes are the issue I come up with hooks that'll pull out your tissue Like Tito, white kids think I'm neato I chop MC's up and
[Verse One: J-Ro] I'm the beer rational outta national My cash flow is thick like mashed potato-oes in the gravy Wsup wavy, thanks to my homey King