im the king of recital, and ya'll wanna know me
kickin the styles, ya got flow then come show me
ya bleedin from noses, that ya thought ya don have
throwin ya verses, ya can have them right back
im much beter now, than i ever could've been
and im bringin illest scripts, like the ones ya never seen
im rollin golden beams, and the shit don be juss plated
for all you fools out there, don think that im gon make it
ya rubbed out and faded, on the mic im fuckin ragin
destroyed all of ya cajun, employed some of the brave men
we gonna rule this shit, or i could do it on my own
over see all of the cyper, im frontin strong and stand alone
at home im pide the piper, coz i rid house of the rodents
ya stand there for a moment, and say look at this guy boastin
on the mic ya fuckin chokin, and every one gon know that
but when you front up on the stage, ima release a fuckin omen
so don think ya chilled and frozen, iced milk or vanilla pie
coz i already past the mic, and you juss went to hide
i smoke and be so high, the buds be fuckin chronic
and when i flop the ol boy out, ho's juss wanna get on it
im the king of recital, and ya'll wanna know me
kickin the styles, ya got flow then come show me
ya bleedin from noses, that ya thought ya don have
throwin ya verses, ya can have them right back
