Original King (clean)

Intro:

Now just you hold on a god damn minute now! Motherfucker hold your eyes up when you're talking talking to me. Don't you know you're in the presence of greatness boy? Original shit. Love to do his thing. You in trouble right now motherfucker

Verse One:

Yes y'all the flesh and bone season

Veteran, yet it's just my second whole season

Etched in stone one of the best poets breathin'

They don't kick over the respect I don't need 'em

I bring it like it never been brung man

I swing it like it never been swung

I'm second to none

As long as I still got a breath in my lung

Might as well find yourself a place to rest til I'm done

Bless the son, caught a sophomore curse

That mean you waitin' for me cause you love my first

Must have heard hunger and thirst up in the verse

And now wanna bust so much that it hurts

Plus what am I? A flash in the pan?

I fizzle out and stand here, ass in my hand

I ain't that kind of man, I'm attached to my fans

Every track that I smash gotta match their demands

I'm the first to defend you, last to the van

I can't turntables from the wax from my man

I shoot a star out the sky, land in my hand

I'm off to the next one catch me if you can

Amen

Speaking [Brother Ali]:

Not fuckin' around. Been watchin' you motherfuckers scurrin' around and shit. Swear to God you real. You ain't seen shit. You ain't did shit. You bout shit. Hold up

Verse Two:

I hear tell that I ain't your cup of tea

I fuck with white rappers and you can't fuck with me

I sold my old pistol and don't run the streets

And I ain't got tattoos all up my sleeves

Well

All I can tell you is that I am what I am

How could you not respect one that stand as a man?

Lest you never peek up out your box

You a follower

I don't kiss ass and suck dick, I'm not popular but

If you were real you would recognize me

They don't make them like motherfuckin' Ali

No more

I ain't here to blow my own horn

But it takes a certain person to write those songs

The biggest difference between us

Is unlike them I don't pretend to be no thug

Just a city kid and know how to throw a punch

I'm no stranger to the taste of my own blood

Got you chain and decide to grow nuts

That shit is Golden Girls that ain't golden gloves

Tell 'em Ant

I ain't scrap no more, I'm growed up

Too busy, no free hand to hold a grudge

Told your ass once that my shit is amazin'

Seen me on stage, think it's biscuits and gravy

I spent my young life in the eye of the shit

Don't hate me for anything I ever did

Motherfucker!

Speaking:

I mean come on now. Would you stand at your speaker for a minute? There's nothing wrong with it. There's no holes here. It's you, you're hatin'

Chorus [x3]:

I live I die, I laugh so that I don't cry

I work hard

I bust my young ass to survive

Ain't no rap video this is real ass life!