Nabeyin - Crown Me lyrics

[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)