Hol' up, Hol' up, Hol' up, Wait a minute, damn, 'cause this shit is confusin, what's going on fam, 'cause you straight refusin' To even listen to what's been said And instead? You're still just going on and on About the same shit from your last jawn Talkin' about everything I've outpoured, Sounding like a god damn broken record. Did you even listen to Deja Vu? Cause who the fuck do, You think you, Are talking to? You dissected me? Sure. But now you lost in my entrails, Walkin' around blind to the details. Man, how the fuck we supposed to battle? When you can't step the fuck out of my shadow. I'm sorry, man But if this was your best plan Might as well as bring the results in, Cause you put the nail in your own damn coff-in Sound familiar? How peculiar, You're all up on my testicular, Thinkin' you're superior. And brother, I'll hit you with another, Fact cause that track was whack, If you can't see you practically, wrote the same shit a whole three, times makin' this battle a free win, And clearly I have to re-pea-t myself, Just so my words sink in, But then again... If I did that I'd be just like you, What to do? No idea, but you def blew, Your chances to put the screws To me, but now this a walk in the park There's just a stark contrast, In our abilities to outlast, Each other, Man, what a blunder... Here, you wanted to ghostwrite for me, So let's see, I'll ghostwrite for you: "You said I was lit" "You keep talkin' bout poison, shit" "Omit, inhibit, emit, ribbit" "Oh man, you're scary!" "We get it, you're legendary" "King's don't announce!" "Gimme the crown, wait nevermind" "Sorry can't make up my mind" "Convince me!" "I'm gonna ignore what you say, tho" How's that? Not bad, right? Isn't it uncanny? We gettin' cold tonight, Leaving you wondering "How can he...?" Shit, it's simple arithmetic, I can teach you, but first... You gotta get up off my dick! Dang, maybe that was too much? Nah, fuck that, I'll break your legs and kick the crutch, Leave you hobblin', And wobblin', And grovelin', After me, Think you can catch up to me? Maybe in a century, Got better chances to split the sea! Wait, wait, wait.... Since it's your favorite, Allow me to placate, Engage, rampage, out my fuckin' cage, turn the page in my book of rage, never was a sage, breakin' the gage, killin' this age, breakin' this stage. Can you manage to envisage the umbrage marinating my cartilage, using it as leverage to my advantage to inflict mental damage. Gotta bring you to triage after my barrage of bars, it's like a montage and collage of your own sabotage, and it ain't a mirage. OK, now let's talk about that title... That shit ain’t even subtle, And I hope that was on purpose, I played along until this, Moment, but let me explain, How I got my reign. Truth is I don't got a crown, My domain is underground, Down in the mud, so listen here, bud. I'm not a king cause what I wear on my head, It's cause anyone that steps to me ends up dead. In one way, or anotha, Cause all around me I only see pretendas. Wannabe rappers lookin' for a throne... But... There's only the one... I'm building from your fuckin' bones!
