[RoQy TyRaiD]
Crown Me!
I don't care about publicity!
Crown Me!
I don't care about the size of your team!
Crown Me!
I don't care about your marketing team!
Crown Me!
I don't care if you're a star overseas!
Crown Me!
I don't care how many blogs you've been seen!
Crown Me!
You rap n***as ain't as raw as you think!
Crown Me!
You rap n***as ain't as raw as you think!
Crown Me!
You rap n***as better bow to me!
Yeah, Yeah
You rap n***as better bow to me!
Crown Me!
You rap n***as better bow to me!
Crown Me!
You rap n***as better bow ot me!
Crown Me!
(Laughter)
Adorned in ceremonial robes that's flowin' over my shoulders/
The Throne approaches/
Royal Doormen showin' respect had lowered their heads and uncrossed their swords formal motion/
The room is quiet and the floor is open/
Dignitaries from various foreign areas arose from their chair/
Traditional clothes for this formal affair/
The choir was told to sing as the ominous organs played/
A random heckler's gagged shackled and dragged away/
New dawn, new day, New King, better follow orders/
You paupers toss a stone at The Castle, I'll drop a boulder/
More malice in me than a Palestinian's violent lineage/
Surroundin' Israel's callous minister's coward minions/
Rappers call themselves “The Don” like the Godfather? HA! /
I call myself “The Dawn”, ‘cuz I rob darkness/
Ya'll revolve around Amen-Ra/
I'm Akira, you're just Kaneda, I catch tank bullets/
Nothing's deadlier than envious friends upset their surpa**ed/
You, threw me to the wolves, I returned the head of the pack/
With animalistic traits, I'm Hannibal at the gates/
My feelings of amicability have been erased/
Apparently, I'm misanthropic. Let's skip to a different topic/
n***as is remiss of logic, if they feel convinced I lost it/
With your narcissistic self-proclamations ‘bout how your records got the net buzzin'/
You couldn't “change the game” with an eject bu*ton/
Generic tats, stupid gla**es/
And emasculate skinny pants that were made for dancing in Zumba cla**es/
Kiss my Vans, tell me who's master/
I'm disgusted, dog/
You're like the Pam Oliver weave of struggle bars/
I am Amen Hotep with a fro pick/
Descended from Kemetic genetics and So West/
Thee, Lakers' Purple and Gold are my royal garbs/
The Five Elements of Hip-Hop are my Coat of Arms. Crown Me!/
Enemies of the squad's fate share the similarities of the Kennedys and Starks/
Crown Me!
Deaded relationships won't equate to a loss of profit/
Burn a bridge? Dam the river upstream and walk across it/
Chess master after bread baskets/
Like Boba Fett clutchin' on blasters and jet packs you/
Veterans losin' your grip, dudes remind me of dog shows/
Same boring routines, different day, same sh**-zu/
Most of my favorite rappers lost their hunger, now their rhymes weak/
Save them phoned in performances for Live Links/
n***as garbage I trample simple artists like Simba's father after falling backwards/
Grow problematic, I'll Scar you ba*tards/
I am King, fro's untamed like a lion's mane/
Pride and primal rage, no asylum until rhymin' pays/
No earrings, chains or bracelets/
Only grill I'll ever consider gettin' is braces. Crown Me!/
I push the Sentra like an Emperor, little honesty don't bother me, dog/
A prodigy whippin' economy cars/
Sway admitted I'm dope/
If this beat is Captain Phillips, I'm Muse on the fisherman's boat/
Challengers be damned if they plan to resist/
They panic and abandon they ship/
They scared stiffer than mannequin tits heh/
Ya'll must have time to waste, you'll capsize before you “ride the wave”/
If there's “levels to this sh**”, then I'm the final stage/
Ya'll better Crown Me..
Crown Me! (x6)