[Verse 1]
My philosophy of kings, colossal in its' proportions when I'm realizing the brain
Putting cats in they places.
I'm royal, call me a king
My crown dripping with amethyst gems and thistle leaves
Rocked up in holy scriptures on yachts fashioned from wreathes
Hips laying thick with waist beads
Womb ripe enough to place seeds
I'm smoking full so fellas take heed.
It sound so bionic it could make your face bleed
Take it easy, please
I'm a lover not a fighter
But keep pressing, sure that you would turn me to a liar
A small drink of water with a belly full of fire
And if there's any question you can answer to Messiah
My goons study Sun Tzu, war is art, my art is war
I could give it all but trust me less is more
Sayin you don't wanna buck and try to test a Mu'ur
Slay a devil with the same hand I bless the poor

[Chorus]
Let me break it down for you again
Baby girl got all the right weaponry
You know I only say it cause I'm truly genuine
People seem to like her style
Neck and wrist laced up, very little makeup
Repping red, black and green green
Keep quiet, listen close, and maybe you'll learn something
I ain't have to learn to emcee, dammit I was born with it
[Verse 2]
The witch doctor, I heal the sick quick with rich lines alignin' spines to sit proper
Keep my wine charged up and wrapped with thick copper
Pay attention cuz I'm prone to shift often
You might find me in the car, speaking well off at the bar
Megadef "Can I get a bowl of gel off in the star?"
Psyche, I don't drink; I'm cool with OJ in the straw.
The hemmy rhymer start to shout "Alhamdulillah"
I control the mic device like a professional
Speak the truth like I'm loose in the confessional
I don't do the rosary thing; I count malas
Run with same homers, catch and build with street scholars
My crew beaming, black shine, auras beaming
Sure to stay strong in the rec while y'all leaning
Neck laced with gold rope chains we A-teaming
I spit that good-good so the crowd stay fienin'

[Chorus]
Let me break it down for you again
Baby girl got all the right weaponry
You know I only say it cause I'm truly genuine
People seem to like her style
Neck and wrist laced up, very little makeup
Repping red, black and green green
Keep quiet, listen close, and maybe you'll learn something
I ain't have to learn to emcee, dammit I was born with it
[Verse 3]
Sa-Roc, the Earth is putting God Hop up on the map with every verse she rapped and cursed the non-believers they don't know how to act
I tried to told 'em a slave is still a slave without the shackles on the wrists, their mental range is still restrained
Step out the box that they created just to lock you in
Got you thinking that you made; You're so much more than just a pretty pen
Silly men, try and fill the room the cosmic just enough
Forced to make me laugh I crush 'em in the match of fisticuffs
Open ya eyes, blink once for yes if you with me
Or hide inside your straw house with the other little piggies
He gon' huff and he puff and he blow ya house down
Cause the wolf got a taste for the indigenous brown
You know, the blacker the berry the sweeter juice
Don't bother asking round, inside the pudding holds the proof
They idolize the black gods for Mars, some floss, and space cars
Now the trick is for us to see how powerful we really are

[Chorus]
Let me break it down for you again.
Baby girl got all the right weaponry.
You know I only say it cuz I'm truly genuine.
People seem to like her style.
Neck and wrist laced up, very little makeup.
Repping red, black and green green.
Keep quiet, listen close, and maybe you'll learn something.
I ain't have to learn to emcee, dammit I was born with it!