Brother Ali - Original King (instrumental) lyrics

Intro: Now just you hold on a god damn minute now! Motherf**er hold your eyes up when you're talking talking to me. Don't you know you're in the presence of greatness boy? Original sh**. Love to do his thing. You in trouble right now motherf**er Verse One: Yes y'all the flesh and bone season Veteran, yet it's just my second whole season Etched in stone one of the best poets breathin' They don't kick over the respect I don't need 'em I bring it like it never been brung man I swing it like it never been swung I'm second to none As long as I still got a breath in my lung Might as well find yourself a place to rest til I'm done Bless the son, caught a soph*more curse That mean you waitin' for me cause you love my first Must have heard hunger and thirst up in the verse And now wanna bust so much that it hurts Plus what am I? A flash in the pan? I fizzle out and stand here, a** in my hand I ain't that kind of man, I'm attached to my fans Every track that I smash gotta match their demands I'm the first to defend you, last to the van I can't turntables from the wax from my man I shoot a star out the sky, land in my hand I'm off to the next one catch me if you can Amen Speaking [Brother Ali]: Not f**in' around. Been watchin' you motherf**ers scurrin' around and sh**. Swear to God you real. You ain't seen sh**. You ain't did sh**. You bout sh**. Hold up Verse Two: I hear tell that I ain't your cup of tea I f** with white rappers and you can't f** with me I sold my old pistol and don't run the streets And I ain't got tattoos all up my sleeves Well All I can tell you is that I am what I am How could you not respect one that stand as a man? Lest you never peek up out your box You a follower I don't kiss a** and s** dick, I'm not popular but If you were real you would recognize me They don't make them like motherf**in' Ali No more I ain't here to blow my own horn But it takes a certain person to write those songs The biggest difference between us Is unlike them I don't pretend to be no thug Just a city kid and know how to throw a punch I'm no stranger to the taste of my own blood Got you chain and decide to grow nuts That sh** is Golden Girls that ain't golden gloves Tell 'em Ant I ain't scrap no more, I'm growed up Too busy, no free hand to hold a grudge Told your a** once that my sh** is amazin' Seen me on stage, think it's biscuits and gravy I spent my young life in the eye of the sh** Don't hate me for anything I ever did Motherf**er! Speaking: I mean come on now. Would you stand at your speaker for a minute? There's nothing wrong with it. There's no holes here. It's you, you're hatin' Chorus [x3]: I live I die, I laugh so that I don't cry I work hard I bust my young a** to survive Ain't no rap video this is real a** life!