King Sun With The Sword

[ VERSE 1 ]

You know I heard a lotta rhymes and none of them impress me

If you're tryin to diss me you may as well address me

Callin me out's a suicidal attempt

And on the real live tip you're just another whimp

I cause earthquakes when I rock old breaks

I flip on snakes cause I got what it takes

To make a crowd jump like a 12-gauge pump

Servin lots of speedknots when I fuck with chumps

Size havin nothin to do with this matter

My name is like bullets, let off and they all scatter

Breakin north, south, east, west to vacate

Severe distruction, the god creates and waits

I never mentioned the Sword that I use to remove

Those heads of the mentally dead fools

I wanna build with the brothers who claim to be

A said person of righteous ability

Bits and pieces of math your quotes mean nothin

To my knowledge the father never taught frontin

Just some mystery gods tryin to come aboard

But you're dissed by the 5, by King Sun with the Sword

(Yeah, yeah, we got it goin on) (3x)

(We got it goin on)

[ VERSE 2 ]

It's the King of a kingdom, descendant of King Tut

The Sword is golden, unfoldin a fly cut

Never sweatin small competition at all, y'all

Let em get souped up, I set up a downfall

Yo chief, I get the beef like a butcher shop

Sweep MC's like a broom or a dust mop

Clean house like a maid as I get paid

Games are played, bodies are slayed and laid

Six feet under, pushin up daisies

Yo, I tried to tell you, money grip, you're crazy

To say 'battle' to me, that's a trigger word

S-u-n is a small, yet a bigger word

Solo controller, roll throughout the universe

Fill up your mind with lines till your heads burst

Don't even talk about you're better at a freestyle

Meanwhile I'm manufactured by Profile

Mel-Ice, you got it goin on swiftly

They can't touch you and they can't get with me

I'm the King with the Sword decapitatin heads

Rappers are done before their rhymes are even said

(Yeah, yeah, we got it goin on) (3x)

(We got it goin on)

[ VERSE 3 ]

Sucker DJ's takin a stab in the dark

And every brother I met learned techniques from Clark

Rich from 3rd Bass, Scratch from EPMD

Aladdin from Low Profile, [Name] from Philly

Plastic Men and the Sword Mel-Ice

Are the Supermen sent by Clark Kent who is super nice

What I'ma do is pull the source from a rock, yo Mel

Give em a taste cause they're clockin and what not

[ DJ Mel-Ice the Sword cuttin up ]

(Hear the drummer get wicked)

(Here's your ticket) --> Chuck D

(Yeah, yeah, we got it goin on) (3x)

(We got it goin on)

[ VERSE 4 ]

Now that you know the damage we are capable of doin

Tell your favorite crew and the posse they're ruined

Just like a waiter I came to serve you

Don't touch the mic till I say you deserve to

Your rhyme style is faded like pre-washed jeans

Go back to rhymin on the corner with your crackhead fiends

Bumrush the liqor store to get a bottle of Cisco

At the party I dissed you, so they call it a diss-co

I'm a renovator, translator of hip-hop

Shakin the tip-top till all of the drips drop

Of the jockstrap, I rhyme, yo, I don't rap

Rappers are new jacks, I smack em and bust caps

I'm in the mood to intrude with a power move

I'm still waitin for the others to show and prove

You're gonna learn not to tamper with Islam

I'm blowin everybody up with this bomb

Pure greed made em all not take heed

I'm not bendin, you ain't got what I need

Your best bet is to sit and stay set

I'm not one for droppin drinks, but I dropped Moët

A new name, but the flame is still the same

Red dot on your head, I don't have to aim

One shot, gimme mine, cause I just scored

I can't afford to front, I'm King Sun with the Sword

(Yeah, yeah, we got it goin on) (3x)

(We got it goin on)