The Return of the King

[Intro]

Check, yo
From the fucking dungeons of rap
Lets go

Yeah, Check, Yo
Smoking bones in

[Verse]

Yo, I'm smoking bones in thrones all cats with tall tones
Fuck Morelli I'm here to take the Brooklyn throne

I want nothing less than 50,000 diamonds
You hear that baby? Hit me up the kid is finally shining

Orion, the belt like Icarus I'm half dead
I've been hustling since hustling was In-ven-ted

At 16 I murdered everyone on the block
And left their bodies so fucked up death couldn't knock

I stock, 16 rugers and the cash led
I'm sorry kid your lyricisms been infested

It's the young strong crazy mother fucker
Here to kill the game like I murder mother fuckers

Moms from the city, "Do you know what that means?"
I'm rapping with the heart of Brooklyn, Boston, and Queens

You could never touch me on the track I'm on another level
Bars so hot I made a bitch out of the fucking devil

You can't touch me, I'm in another league
I put the dick inside of bitches money and greed

I was born to succeed, never back down from a fight
So fuck it man I'll take you right here lets go dark night

Half these rappers in the game are just Sudafed
It's you instead, take the only shot, I do the dead

You can't see it but I'm the last surviving option
It's Hip-Hop and these clowns are getting murdered outta Boston

So fuck your record labels, fuck all the deals
When I'll die I'll be with Tupac, Ya'll be Suge in the hills

While you sat there being stupid talking about all the grills
I was practicing overnights working honing my skills

I made every single diamond in my chain going link to link
It's Al Capone, I keep my bitch dressed all pink

All mink, I'm taking thousands of bills
I be posted with my boys when I'm racking up kills

I'll be the best white, mother fucking kid to ever touch the mic
And then you tell me who can't make it, I kill every night

Black and white, lyric fisticuff, I start the fight
The day that I was born I knew that rap was my preemptive right

So now you get it don't you?
I was sleeping in this vessel and now It's time that I provoke you

I'm a demon from a far away land
I kill mother fuckers like you for breakfast, All-Ameri-can

In other words I'm talking all straight untouched
Desinger suits I'm making beats in the back of the bus

I'm spending two thou, Haters all making a fuss
Shawty on my dick and she ride it till I start to bust

In other words you know I'm lyrically inadequate
Diamonds all vernacular-lit, I'll bust up in your wig piece

Bitches like "Sig-Freeze", I pop the Mac-11
While you loading up the TEC-9, Fuck Yours, All Mine

Raps mother fucking best, a real problem child
I'll slit your mother fucking throat, Shawty X-File

So vile, I'll put you mother fuckers in a pile
And laugh while I gun you down escalator style

The true mark of an MC, Fuck you don't test me
I'm ten steps of the game, Dizzy Gillespie

Born on the shy, like I lay L's like I was born to hoop
Nikes on my feet, so you know that I was born to shoot

A fucking monster I lay waste when I lace the facade
Rap just like the Wu-Tang Clan had sex with an immortal god

If your not ready to fight the big king
Get the fuck out of my face I'm going out just like I'm Dr. King