The Crown

[Celph Titled]
Prepare for battle we take no prisoners
If the winners isn’t us then it isn’t to discuss
Let no mistakes fly
We eat fillet on the plane when the stakes high
May I play it cool cause I’m too hot
Getting bookoo not so my dog picture a shoe box
With so much cash the lid won’t fit
The money’s above the lip
Yes I must stash
I must collect cheque’s in abundance
Try to make a smart move
Check you on some dumb shit
I guap kid, I stack stacks
I’m toxic, get hazmat
You just a tenth of my equivalent
I got a voice box billed with sharp jaw ligaments
Hitting your face like a air bag in floating
Rip your skin open till your blood pressure’s showing

[Chorus]
I’m coming for the crown
What’s mine is mine
What’s yours is mine
So we can get down
I’m coming for the crown
My team more swift
You won’t even see our fist
We don’t even make a sound
I’m coming for the crown
Show us what you move back
Challenge us I don’t think you wanna do that
Cause we’ll go round for round
Till we running the town
I’m coming for the crown
I’m coming for the crown

[Apathy]
Headed straight for the earth like a meteorite
Smashed a satellite in mid-flight at midnight
Hit the stage with a blast then I snatched the mic
Had scientists examine the clues at the crash site
For the proof of a being who could light up the booth
Appear like poof, start knocking rappers through the roof
Found the truth of a writer who recited my verse
And then the rest of his body on the outskirts of Earth
This is simple, soon as they playing my new single
I’m inside every house in one night like Kris Kringle
The symbol on my cape is the shape of a T
I got strength like Nate mortal man can’t escape
And I’m kicking rhymes at a level that a God is on
I write rhythms with night-vision goggles on
Ever since the days of Melle Mel Chaka Khan
I knock him out the box like fighters in the octagon

[Chorus]