[ 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)
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Copy to Clipboard: [ 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)
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