King

[Intro: Slick Rick, Run DMC (sampled)]

("I'm the king, I'm the king, I'm the king")

One two, one two, yeah

("I'm the king, I'm the king, I'm the king")

("I'm the king, I'm the king")

("I'm the king, I'm the king")

("I'm the king, I'm the king")

("I'm the king, I'm the king")

("I'm the king, I'm the king")

("I'm the king, I'm the king")

[Verse 1: Slick Rick]

Is there a party over here, wit no guns and knives gettin in?

Now let and best, get sweat the life threatnin

Nettin is suggestin, guest do the restin

Mic test, KISS, BLS, who the best then?

Cuz when I appear wit hoes off a chair wit

Stare wit, I'm talkin bout a party over here wit

Main wreckin, girls be checkin, could be neckin

To respect and to remember every one of y'all are second to

Relaxin, gonna be friction, a fraction, attraction

You don't wanna see action, I ask then

Screw, cuz you don't know what the Rick'll do

Giggle to and as you can see a butt wiggle too

Fried and spin my bride and move your hide and

Nothing but a jammy on my side and

So cling on brother's arm, I'm thin

I'm wonderin, should I begin to kick ya mind and chin

Cuz I'm king

[Various samples scratched up]

[Verse 2: Slick Rick]

If ya forgot who was the man I'll stand and live kid

You will be bouncin up and down cuz I'm a grand individual

Shit you will fist and cheer to dear, disappear

To where you nowhere near to

And could never dream, run horse for Debra and

Clever trap a hook and screamin on yours forever and

Town to town wit the B-Boys sounds

That has the Ruler Rick announce, which amounts to bounce to

Classin, still hum the lassin, smash jewelry have like

Kids from the Bassin, cuz bodies lay about

Respect you better pay about

Obey about, cuz Ricky isin't sweatin what you say about

Hum on the clause, silent jay younger boy

Rap bein strong, cuz see this is violence ya hunger for

So cling those on them cling, I'm wonderin

Should I begin to kick ya mind or chin? Cuz I'm king

[Various samples scratched up]

[Verse 3: Slick Rick]

Like Ceaser, I wanna chill ho on knees for

Please for, breeze, why money grow on trees for

Ten to play, I'm poppin willie on the way in

To K, the Rick could make a milly in a day in

Kid shot, cuz we on the boy's hot

Cuz the part don't start that's killin noise fart cuz

Strive kid, go for the nicest

One for the trife shit, run for ya lifest

As I scrape hoes, graspin to shape up

Clothes drape, tell me why you blastin the tape up

And up high to, as you boyfriend tried to be

Hoes fly to Vance Wright, tearin inside of me

Sonya, sweat so I bone ya

Let nobody clone ya, and get what I own ya

So hoes cling, those aren't I'm thin

I'm wonderin should I bring to kick ya mind to chin

Cuz I'm king

[Various samples scratched up]