Kings Just Rule

[Verse 1]
They say heavy is the head that wears the crown
And everybody wanna catch the Game of Thrones
So much that people just recycle the same old sounds
And make the rap game look like Attack of the Clones
They got beats that knock for like three notes
A whole album of bars with like three quotes
Rappers mumble behind their deep accent
Saying jack sounding like autotuned deep throat
So in the land of the blind the cyclops finds the shine
But there’s plenty to see on the periphery
The spotlight hits a handful of real emcees
And people act like they solved some kind of mystery
You want to front like the lyrics is back
They never left fuck all that revisionist history
I mean they are who we thought they were you wanna crown them
The court’s full of killers with flows that might drown them

[Hook]
"Reality"
"Teachers teach and do the world good
Kings just rule and most are never understood"
X4

[Verse 2]
Yeah rap beef rap feud rap feudal system
Rap futility
Infertility
So much pent up anger
Hostility
No love lost or found for that crown
The throne or the ring or the play’s the thing
The poison in your ear makes it hard to hear
With fake journalists just glorified dick ride
Picking clicks for clicks playing the perfect courtier
Yasiin been told you who was running this rap shit
They add a T sign a 360 and traps kids
To rap drug traffic over hi hats rapid
Your pennies on the dollar like a tree sap tap kid
I’m fickle with your trickle cause my flow like rapids
The God stay crazy cause the dogs is rabid
They leashes real tight as they flash fake riches
Chase the snake bitches and swing for wild pitches
As the matrix glitches since the snitches get stitches
Dee Jays play along knowing they dead wrong
The weak or the strong
Who got it going on?
They claim kings of media but really just pawns

[Hook]
"Reality"
"Teachers teach and do the world good
Kings just rule and most are never understood"
X4

[Verse 3]
Yeah teachers teach and do the world good
Kings just rule and most are never understood
The rules get broken and the kings do too
For kings that teach subjects remain true
When the revolution come, if all you was talking about
Was your crown don’t act like you was down
Get found up under your thrown
Get dragged up out of your home
Get right or get gone
I salute success in these days and times
For all those that built a empire out of rhyme
I see you and your greatness shine
Inspiration is the only way your greatness can relate to mine
So when I hear a master teacher claim king of a region
It sounds unreasoned like truth out of season
We know it ain't no best, we have no opponents
The job of the emcee is to rule the moment