Praise To The King Lyrics

Welcome to the game of the Rapping of fame

We pushing lyrics to ya brain While we taking ya name

Ya get the boom when I'm Bumping the sound throughout What

I'll Fly ya to the moon then I'll Knock ya the ground yo

Yeah I got your back kid I got your Back

Whatcha gonna rip or rapping on The track

Tougher then leather ya light as Feather my letters beat you in a Fight before me in any kind of Weather yo

Ya think ya better then me sit the Fuck down

Now praise to the king and hand Over the rap crown

Praise To The King

The pain that I bring

Praise To The King

The pain that I bring

Strolling down the park in my 04 GTP

The MCs ain't ready for the Big D

Who's the man The man in Charge

Ya man is large he ain't gotta barge For 50 yards yo

What's that yo On the side line

The Lemon to the Lime when I'm Catching rhymes every time

Fist coming atcha like 18 wheeler Going down

The product is my enemy we Throwing rounds

Hold up the stealth ninja needs a Damn break

Slam the breaks when it's time to Wait yo yeah

Plowing like a truck in the Weather of December

I'll pluck any bird gonna fly with No feathers yo

I'll pop off the crop tops off

So kick back and turn on some Bumpa Sticka jams and kick ya Socks off

So watcha gonna do and whatcha Gonna say

D James coming back like every Single day yo

Bouncing off the motherfucking Air waves

Ill jam you in wet cement and then I'll start to pave

Praise to the King

The rap that I'll bring

Praise to the King

The pain that I pain that I pain That I bring

The rap and the rap and the pain That I bring

The pain and the pain and the rap That I bring