[RoQy TyRaiD]

Crown Me!
I don’t care about publicity!
Crown Me!
I don’t care about the size of your team!
Crown Me!
I don’t care about your marketing team!
Crown Me!
I don’t care if you’re a star overseas!
Crown Me!
I don’t care how many blogs you’ve been seen!
Crown Me!
You rap niggas ain’t as raw as you think!
Crown Me!
You rap niggas ain’t as raw as you think!
Crown Me!
You rap niggas better bow to me!
Yeah, Yeah
You rap niggas better bow to me!
Crown Me!
You rap niggas better bow to me!
Crown Me!
You rap niggas better bow ot me!
Crown Me!
(Laughter)
Adorned in ceremonial robes that’s flowin’ over my shoulders/
The Throne approaches/
Royal Doormen showin’ respect had lowered their heads and uncrossed their swords formal motion/
The room is quiet and the floor is open/
Dignitaries from various foreign areas arose from their chair/
Traditional clothes for this formal affair/
The choir was told to sing as the ominous organs played/
A random heckler’s gagged shackled and dragged away/
New dawn, new day, New King, better follow orders/
You paupers toss a stone at The Castle, I’ll drop a boulder/
More malice in me than a Palestinian’s violent lineage/
Surroundin’ Israel’s callous minister’s coward minions/
Rappers call themselves “The Don” like the Godfather? HA! /
I call myself “The Dawn”, ‘cuz I rob darkness/
Ya’ll revolve around Amen-Ra/
I’m Akira, you’re just Kaneda, I catch tank bullets/
Nothing’s deadlier than envious friends upset their surpassed/
You, threw me to the wolves, I returned the head of the pack/
With animalistic traits, I’m Hannibal at the gates/
My feelings of amicability have been erased/
Apparently, I’m misanthropic. Let’s skip to a different topic/
Niggas is remiss of logic, if they feel convinced I lost it/
With your narcissistic self-proclamations ‘bout how your records got the net buzzin’/
You couldn’t “change the game” with an eject button/
Generic tats, stupid glasses/
And emasculate skinny pants that were made for dancing in Zumba classes/
Kiss my Vans, tell me who’s master/
I’m disgusted, dog/
You’re like the Pam Oliver weave of struggle bars/
I am Amen Hotep with a fro pick/
Descended from Kemetic genetics and So West/
Thee, Lakers’ Purple and Gold are my royal garbs/
The Five Elements of Hip-Hop are my Coat of Arms. Crown Me!/
Enemies of the squad’s fate share the similarities of the Kennedys and Starks/
Crown Me!
Deaded relationships won’t equate to a loss of profit/
Burn a bridge? Dam the river upstream and walk across it/
Chess master after bread baskets/
Like Boba Fett clutchin’ on blasters and jet packs you/
Veterans losin’ your grip, dudes remind me of dog shows/
Same boring routines, different day, same shit-zu/
Most of my favorite rappers lost their hunger, now their rhymes weak/
Save them phoned in performances for Live Links/
Niggas garbage I trample simple artists like Simba’s father after falling backwards/
Grow problematic, I’ll Scar you bastards/
I am King, fro’s untamed like a lion’s mane/
Pride and primal rage, no asylum until rhymin’ pays/
No earrings, chains or bracelets/
Only grill I’ll ever consider gettin’ is braces. Crown Me!/
I push the Sentra like an Emperor, little honesty don’t bother me, dog/
A prodigy whippin’ economy cars/
Sway admitted I’m dope/
If this beat is Captain Phillips, I’m Muse on the fisherman’s boat/
Challengers be damned if they plan to resist/
They panic and abandon they ship/
They scared stiffer than mannequin tits heh/
Ya’ll must have time to waste, you’ll capsize before you “ride the wave”/
If there’s “levels to this shit”, then I’m the final stage/
Ya’ll better Crown Me..

Crown Me! (x6)