Hail to the King

I'm the king of rock, there ain't none higher
Sucker emcees should be calling me sire
I'm the king of rock, there ain't none higher
Sucker emcees should be calling me sire
It takes a certain patience
'Cuz first you're hurtin', waitin'
On the day you first create it
Purge and serve and disperse to the nation
Heart racing, curse of the brain lift
Paired with a burst in your concentration
Gone with a bass hit, come motivation
Calmly facing karma the basic
Don't wait kid, never found no luck late
Fuck fate, yo, gag it with the duct tape
Come clever but I never come fake
Or write a lyric sweeter than a Hostess cupcake
Ho-Hos, yo, never ever Ring-Dings
Jingling like I'm hanging from your bling bling
Ding ding, let me tell you what I bring bring
Call myself a poet
Then I come around to sing things
Bang bang, let me hang like orangutan
(Why'd you get mad, man?)
Well I always hear the same thing
Same thing?
Well I'm tryin to remain calm
Isn't always easy 'cuz I always hear the same song
Same dub, poppin' in the same club
Skinny motherfucker tryin' to tell me that he's all tough
Whoop-dee, maybe now he can convince you
Unique situation that he's been through
Nobody even ever comin' close
To the dope flows, boast
that a bro gonna bring you
Dope flows and he'll bust up shows
But he's fucked by an ego you couldn't ever see through
Yo, shit man, why you gotta be that way?
Okay, I'm seeing the meaning
Seeing is believing?
Well I've seen things in my dreams...
I believe I'll be leaving
Deceiving but I'm still breathing
Tryin' make songs gonna bump like a bee sting
Some people may wanna get a beating
But not me man, I wanna be king
I'm the king of rock, there ain't none higher
Sucker emcees should be calling me sire
I'm the king of rock, there ain't none higher
Sucker emcees should be calling me sire
Now before you decide just hear my entire rant
Most who would try to run the empire can't
Fools assume they're suitable, their tool attempts so futile, kid
Disillusioned brutalists
Who've misconstrued what 'feudal' is
Either Zionists or ruling with an iron fist
Who do a coup to improve the environment
Who can deny that a few gonna die
When a dude with a few screws loose gets entitlement?
(Doorbell)
Jim Jones, yo, invite him in
Hide the cyanide inside the vitamins
Raised in a lion's den, named by a lioness
That's why hyenas call me 'your highness'
I bear more than a passing resemblance
To the cats that I dissed in the first verse
Yeah, I contradict, I'm full of shit,
Tsk, tsk, tsk, but admit it, yo- the verse works
I'll be spitting' it iller than that
and bringing' it back
When I get crackin' on the third verse
Take a sec and recognize
It'll now be the fourth time
That you heard me rhyme with the word 'verse'
I do the same thing
Talk a lot of shit then I claim to be king
For chrissakes in verse one
I said 'bling bling'
Rhymed it with 'ring ding'
Like it isn't no big thing
What kind of lazy rapping is that?
Well dagnabbit it's wack
And, yo, we wouldn't really want that
What's the point of even learning to rap?
To get burdened by the fact
I'm just an ordinary white cat?
Fuck that- I'm never puttin' it back
I keep my foot in the past
And keep on doing this to fight back
Original individual, king in my mind
But a pawn in my time despite that fact
I'm a royal type cat
Pull-a-sword-out-of-a-stone type cat
I'm a 'dog leave me alone' type cat
Y'all wanna bark? I don't roar like that
I'm the king of rock, there ain't none higher
Sucker emcees should be calling me sire
I'm the king of rock, there ain't none higher
Sucker emcees should be calling me sire



Credits
Writer(s): Matthew Ward, Anne Ward Herring
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