Kings (Edited into the Echelon)

[Intro: Unknown chant] [Verse One: Speed on the Beat] I'm a king, but let me rehash some shit I've said before The podium I had previously was, well, a tad too small They said they weren't seeing me, that I was headed for a fall But I'm on top of that phat ass now and I'm giving that bitch my fucking all Switch it up on Double R, gave you my life, gave you a window view To Speed, SR and DOA, so you know what I spit is True I present unto you, the DAR Coronation It's a celebration, no Rick James, bitch. So, stop the hating And perpetrating against the team, doing things you only dream about While giving mouth to mouth to the so-called woman of your dreams And it seems? On the real? Your dreams, our nightmares Killing this shit with such ease, how in the hell is this at all fair? 12% on this. What if I gave one hundred? Definitely destroy degenerative dummies, damn dunny, diss done, B That's not even funny, maybe Lu hit it on the money? Fuck no, fuck these hoes that tried to shun me and didn't want me Now that they want me, they try to claim me like I'm a codpiece An enhancement to the game, that's true. But don't taunt me I mean...taint me. A veteran to the game, you see? Fifteen years, and it's my time bitch, so give me my shine, B About to be 25, so in two years, I'm out the game I always said if I don't do anything by 27, then it ain't my lane Does that mean that I'm a lame? FUCK NO! It don't mean a thing... 'Cept I was right, they can't comprehend what the fuck I say and what I speak [Hook] I'm a king, but let me rehash some shit I've said before I'm a king, but let me rehash some shit I've said before I'm a king, but let me rehash some shit I've said before The podium I had previously was, well, a tad too small I'm a king, but let me rehash some shit I've said before I'm a king, but let me rehash some shit I've said before They said they weren't seeing me, that I was headed for a fall But I'm on top of that phat ass now and I'm giving that bitch my fucking all [Verse Two: True God] Living poetic, aesthetic of a king Magnetic in presence, they came to credit me wings I build dreams full of arks from the start Black Jesus of Jeruselum, a Black leader from the heart I'm more confusing them The student soon departs, black diva. Cleopatra, they've been using them I'm leaving after they give all the noose to them Maybe I'm above your head, bitch? Perhaps over it Superlative, alternative, supreme rap soloist Name's been esteemed, no James Dean or Frank Sinatra I'm Marcus Garvey, I'm Huey, inside a game improper I'm Jimi Hendrix, I'm Marvin, Curtis, just planning options My queen's Aretha, she's Gladys, something like Janis Joplin Affirmative action, had every advantage dropping We're trying to reach much higher, but you see the damage locked in Plan on writing scriptures in these scrolls I hope the truth becomes encrypted in my soul, die with dishes of gold [Hook] [Verse Three: Speed on the Beat] We wear crowns, bow down to the sound of the dream Drowning faux posturing, we are reality's kings Rallying the team, but no rags or monkeys Will jam the machine that we've built like pyramids Are you hearing this? This is the...return of the real I was gone too long, strung out on booze and those pills But, I'm ready to pick up where I left off, vulture to this game Eating the meat off the frames and carcasses of these lames I maintain, that I was destined for this I started from the bottom, but no young money was set up for the kid I had to scrape and scrap for everything, Oliver Twist But now I want more, so please fill it up kid! But I'm not asking I'm taking history in the making Shaking universes, son, I'm earthquaking Shattering the notions that you once held of me... And by the way, Dreams Are Reality. DAR [Hook]