Greetings Okay, I'll make this short We in the house We got Micah 9 abstract rude peace Vic hop fat Jack and myself Aceyalone
We come for the glory of the B-Boy kingdom Bring them laughter after which bring them tears
I seen it comin' and knew it was a plot Legislation had a plan to kill hip hop I got wind from a snitch, I kept in contact this Bitch ass judge who was paid off, soon after that he got laid off I'm lettin' niggas know you tryin' to stop a muthafucka's flow Hold your black stallions and your black sheeps Black clan aided a nigga and got heat We met up on Stepney and Market sparked it Mapped out the target, we gon' take out their number one sergeant
Young and strong we bailed up on their front lawn to kill the enemy Remember me, well, if you remember me you'll remember I'm the one who broke into the pentagon, took fouls, planted bombs Now I possess the blueprint, I counter the message you sent No longer will you slander and tamper our music Copies of the document we're xeroxed The ghetto took offense in defense of hip hop Shot down, rolled 'em up, loc'ed up, bailed out, saved the day Then into thin air I fade away scorpion
We come for the glory of the B-Boy kingdom Bring them laughter after which bring them tears
The story had never been told until now As the glory of the kingdom come comes down Disguised as a janitor the washman I swept and mopped the floors Better yet I was a spook behind the door A perfect view from the banister feeling like Lee Harvey 'Cept I got a hundred million years in me First thing I did was aim, lock him in my scope, squeeze Bust his melon open now I'm pleased in the name of MC's
Already passed the time that they allotted me The housekeeper spotted me, it was either her or me Click clack, she says I will not say what I see But I never could have trusted her so I busted her in her chest Then laughed, then headed for the elevator shaft But it was too late, the jig was up, there was pigs all in the building So I tried to escape to the fire escape from homicide Yeah, I killed him hangin' from the third story ladder
I dropped and I felt my ankle shatter No time to lose juice from my bladder My mission was completed and that was all that mattered The van was parked a hundred yards from the scene of the crime But it was hard to run a broken foot just like I thought they blasted I took one to the gut, I was laying there thinkin' about death Just watchin' my blood spill out Just then the van pulls up and I jump in And then we pull out shouts for the glory ([Unverified])
We come for the glory of the B-Boy kingdom Bring them laughter after which bring them tears
I walk in like a normal black, gun peckin' jaw snatching slide They like the way I glide To the back break out my backpack and stack my shit up Ah, it's bulging now, looked around, heard a gun shot pow I looked down, I whipped out my shit, unloaded my clip Jetting by the count I slipped, tripped out Landed on my hip, crawled out, I hit a tuck and roll up and out
Into a flip and boned out now I'm zonin' I'm nine glocks and seven 380's richer I'm fit to blow the foundation off this beyotch up Synchronized for the race, I push the button, nuke the place Timed myself dashin' to the ride, I hops inside Keys already in the ignition, I cranks, it slaps it in drive Fizorty-fizive seconds 'til dizamage, ride B-boy kingdom
We come for the glory of the B-Boy kingdom Bring them laughter after which bring them tears
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