Crown Me

Verse 1:
Who hasn’t ever asked themselves how is it to be like a king
I can tell that I can relate, but also that I’ve ever been
I’m a normal human being, and life has always been fine
But I’m sitting on a throne, when I begin to spit a line
Putting standards so high, when I trip I’d fall deep
But in the world of hip hop people wave with palm leaves
The crowd looks up to the dust that I wipe from my shoulder
My flowtests become the jam and your actual battles are placeholder
And when you cross me, you get crucified
You always gotta be nice, you would lose a fight
You just gotta follow everything of my law
But when you start to bitch around, your death is your fault
Don’t joke about my residence. I need to be so evident?
I’m better with battling the bureaucrats in my land
It’s a battle between batters, but there’s a difference
I’m a batter, like in baseball, you’re what they use in kitchens
Creating new levels and you bow down to this president
And if it doesn’t rhyme, then what you say, is irrelevant
Back in black and better than ever
Got my own testament
Got a skeleton in element of yelling bars so elegant
Cause timing is my medicin
You better don’t be hesitant
It’s eminent your settlement is stronger than an elephant
Let’s battle them!
Get your weapons and your temperament!
You. Just. Need. To-

Dustin Hook: (1:10)
Crown Me, Crown Me, I will wear it proudly
Gather all the town’s people to come around me
All bow down to my feet where the crowd be
I’m up in the clouds, see? hear me shout it loudly
I need gold on my head
But they want my head on a silver platter to claim bounty
But power is out there and I will be prowling
The throne found its owner, you just need to crown me!

Verse 2:
Here thee, here thee
Gather round and hear me

Feel free
‘cause kingdom come is no dictatorship
It’s the greatest system on paper and in practice
Ever made in my brain it lives

The richness pours, it trickles down from my cranium to my fingertips
When I grab that scepter in my fist I make waves and the world’s my sailing ship

I’m like Charlemagne in 800 AD
Gonna spit til I’m 880
I’m young and brave and I’ll stay through the middle ages
On stage ‘til I’m old and gray see

Ingratiating each magistrate
Up all the way to Henry the 8th
And do so many terrible things to the beat
They’ll crown me King Mat IV The Great

The rest of you
Grab your tents and shoo
Come migrate into my vestibule
Hold your hands up high for a revolution
Of intellectual crowning jewels

The sentiment of taking the establishment
To hell in a handbasket kind of a rallying cry

Like a verbal aphrodisiac is seated at the dignitary’s lap
And it’s rising in a salient line

We are valiant minds and thebans enshrined
In history books of the heeded divine

Drawing a line on the divide
To nullify dissonance and unify

Any luddite better get out of my sight
Or I’mma rule with all my might
And shine bright with my cell phone light

Hear the bars and tone
With the fire and brimstone
And gaze at me with my crown of headphones

Hook:
Crown Me, Crown Me, I will wear it proudly
Gather all the town’s people to come around me
All bow down to my feet where the crowd be
I’m up in the clouds, see? hear me shout it loudly
I need gold on my head
But they want my head on a silver platter to claim bounty
But power is out there and I will be prowling
The throne found its owner, you just need to crown me!

Verse 3:
I’m connecting everybody in a battle scenery
So maybe I’mma coulda rule a bit about a battleship
While you struggle with a beneficial fact of having knowledge
And you couldn’t even be like getting what a battle is

I’m stepping up to anybody who could even claim to hold his nose higher than my state of Kustom and Tristan
Talking lot about the fact that I got telegrams signing
3 verses, 3 wars, like Otto Von Bismarck

Could have made out better
If you came to surrender
But when you want to be the winner
It’s a prisoner’s dillema

‘cause you’re never gonna end a battle
Better than you entered

So get back into the battlefield
And bow to ya emperor

Reigning like an avalanche
Smacking down a battle axe
Coming with a caravan of angry men and batter-rams

Let me see your hands up high in the dungeon
Kneel to man or I’m drawing bludgeons

Hook:
Crown Me, Crown Me, I will wear it proudly
Gather all the town’s people to come around me
All bow down to my feet where the crowd be
I’m up in the clouds, see? hear me shout it loudly
I need gold on my head
But they want my head on a silver platter to claim bounty
But power is out there and I will be prowling
The throne found its owner, you just need to crown me!