King Sun - King Sun With The Sword Lyrics
[ VERSE 1 ]You know I heard a lotta rhymes and none of them impress meIf you're tryin to diss me you may as well address meCallin me out's a suicidal attemptAnd on the real live tip you're just another whimpI cause earthquakes when I rock old breaksI flip on snakes cause I got what it takesTo make a crowd jump like a 12-gauge pumpServin lots of speedknots when I ***** with chumpsSize havin nothin to do with this matterMy name is like bullets, let off and they all scatterBreakin north, south, east, west to vacateSevere distruction, the god creates and waitsI never mentioned the Sword that I use to removeThose heads of the mentally dead foolsI wanna build with the brothers who claim to beA said person of righteous abilityBits and pieces of math your quotes mean nothinTo my knowledge the father never taught frontinJust some mystery gods tryin to come aboardBut you're dissed by the 5, by King Sun with the Sword(Yeah, yeah, we got it goin on) (3x)(We got it goin on)[ VERSE 2 ]It's the King of a kingdom, descendant of King TutThe Sword is golden, unfoldin a fly cutNever sweatin small competition at all, y'allLet em get souped up, I set up a downfallYo chief, I get the beef like a butcher shopSweep MC's like a broom or a dust mopClean house like a maid as I get paidGames are played, bodies are slayed and laidSix feet under, pushin up daisiesYo, I tried to tell you, money grip, you're crazyTo say 'battle' to me, that's a trigger wordS-u-n is a small, yet a bigger wordSolo controller, roll throughout the universeFill up your mind with lines till your heads burstDon't even talk about you're better at a freestyleMeanwhile I'm manufactured by ProfileMel-Ice, you got it goin on swiftlyThey can't touch you and they can't get with meI'm the King with the Sword decapitatin headsRappers are done before their rhymes are even said(Yeah, yeah, we got it goin on) (3x)(We got it goin on)[ VERSE 3 ]Sucker DJ's takin a stab in the darkAnd every brother I met learned techniques from ClarkRich from 3rd Bass, Scratch from EPMDAladdin from Low Profile, [Name] from PhillyPlastic Men and the Sword Mel-IceAre the Supermen sent by Clark Kent who is super niceWhat I'ma do is pull the source from a rock, yo MelGive em a taste cause they're clockin and what not[ DJ Mel-Ice the Sword cuttin up ](Hear the drummer get wicked)(Here's your ticket) --> Chuck D(Yeah, yeah, we got it goin on) (3x)(We got it goin on)[ VERSE 4 ]Now that you know the damage we are capable of doinTell your favorite crew and the posse they're ruinedJust like a waiter I came to serve youDon't touch the mic till I say you deserve toYour rhyme style is faded like pre-washed jeansGo back to rhymin on the corner with your crackhead fiendsBumrush the liqor store to get a bottle of CiscoAt the party I dissed you, so they call it a diss-coI'm a renovator, translator of hip-hopShakin the tip-top till all of the drips dropOf the jockstrap, I rhyme, yo, I don't rapRappers are new jacks, I smack em and bust capsI'm in the mood to intrude with a power moveI'm still waitin for the others to show and proveYou're gonna learn not to tamper with IslamI'm blowin everybody up with this bombPure greed made em all not take heedI'm not bendin, you ain't got what I needYour best bet is to sit and stay setI'm not one for droppin drinks, but I dropped MotA new name, but the flame is still the sameRed dot on your head, I don't have to aimOne shot, gimme mine, cause I just scoredI can't afford to front, I'm King Sun with the Sword(Yeah, yeah, we got it goin on) (3x)(We got it goin on)
