The Ruler's Back

[Intro] "Halt, who goes yonder?" "It is I, sire, Richard of Nottingham" "Well, speak up man, what is it?" "News from the East, sire – Rick the Ruler has returned!" [Scratches:] "Stop lyin'!" [Verse 1] Gather 'round, party goers, as if you're still livin' And get on down to the old Slick rhythm Now this one here is called "The Ruler," my dear It's a mere party booster that will set things clear It's a hundred percent proof from champions of truth And if you feel you need spirit, I'll bring back your youth Relax your mind, and folks unwind And be kind to a rhythm that you hardly find [Hook] And off we go, let the trumpets blow Well, hold on, because the driver of the mission is a pro The Ruler's back [Scratches:] "Hit it!" [Verse 2] Now in these times, well, at least to me There's a lot of people out here tryin' to sound like Ricky D Not tryin' to cause trouble, 'cause it's really a small thing But they're bitin' what I'm writin' God, it's great being the king Some sound alright, but then they act illy Try conquering my crown, and that's really very silly Now I'm not the type that gets upset Try to disrespect folks just to earn respect But learn this fact, whether white or black I can't get conquered in my style of rap For jealousy and envy are dumb ones' tools So Ricky says nothing, he keeps his cool Revenge is not a mission that The Ruler's on Just forgiveness required for the wrong that's done [Hook] So off we go, let the trumpets blow And hold on, because the driver of the mission is a pro The Ruler's back [Scratches:] "Hit it!" [Verse 3] Now, one day, when I was chillin' at this outside jam I seen folks havin' a ball, and plus clappin' their hands To beats off records that conquer the streets Like Pee-Wee Herman and Clubhouse Treats Girls was chillin', boys rule as usual The slacks, the golds, the rings – I hope I'm not confusin' y'all But everyone in the house looks smashin' Fresh clothes on their butts and nothing out of fashion And just when you thought nothing couldn't get better A newsflash concealed in a bright yellow letter A kid ran up to the mic, he said "Alert – hear this!" Cleared his crummy throat and then began to persist He said "Hallelujah, kids, hear this – The Ruler's back and he's here to assist!" [Hook] So off we go, let the trumpets blow And hold on, because the driver of the mission is a pro The Ruler's back [Scratches:] "Stop lyin'!"