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roqy tyraid - crown me lyrics

[roqy tyraid]

crown me!
i don’t care about publicity!
crown me!
i don’t care about the size of your team!
crown me!
i don’t care about your marketing team!
crown me!
i don’t care if you’re a star overseas!
crown me!
i don’t care how many blogs you’ve been seen!
crown me!
you rap n-ggas ain’t as raw as you think!
crown me!
you rap n-ggas ain’t as raw as you think!
crown me!
you rap n-ggas better bow to me!
yeah, yeah
you rap n-ggas better bow to me!
crown me!
you rap n-ggas better bow to me!
crown me!
you rap n-ggas better bow ot me!
crown me!
(laughter)

adorned in ceremonial robes that’s flowin’ over my shoulders/
the throne approaches/
royal doormen showin’ respect had lowered their heads and uncrossed their swords formal motion/
the room is quiet and the floor is open/
dignitaries from various foreign areas arose from their chair/
traditional clothes for this formal affair/
the choir was told to sing as the ominous organs played/
a random heckler’s gagged shackled and dragged away/
new dawn, new day, new king, better follow orders/
you paupers toss a stone at the castle, i’ll drop a boulder/
more malice in me than a palestinian’s violent lineage/
surroundin’ israel’s callous minister’s coward minions/
rappers call themselves “the don” like the godfather? ha! /
i call myself “the dawn”, ‘cuz i rob darkness/
ya’ll revolve around amen-ra/
i’m akira, you’re just kaneda, i catch tank bullets/
nothing’s deadlier than envious friends upset their surp-ssed/
you, threw me to the wolves, i returned the head of the pack/
with animalistic traits, i’m hannibal at the gates/
my feelings of amicability have been erased/
apparently, i’m misanthropic. let’s skip to a different topic/
n-ggas is remiss of logic, if they feel convinced i lost it/
with your narcissistic self-proclamations ‘bout how your records got the net buzzin’/
you couldn’t “change the game” with an eject b-tton/
generic tats, stupid gl-sses/
and emasculate skinny pants that were made for dancing in zumba cl-sses/
kiss my vans, tell me who’s master/
i’m disgusted, dog/
you’re like the pam oliver weave of struggle bars/
i am amen hotep with a fro pick/
descended from kemetic genetics and so west/
thee, lakers’ purple and gold are my royal garbs/
the five elements of hip-hop are my coat of arms. crown me!/
enemies of the squad’s fate share the similarities of the kennedys and starks/
crown me!
deaded relationships won’t equate to a loss of profit/
burn a bridge? dam the river upstream and walk across it/
chess master after bread baskets/
like boba fett clutchin’ on blasters and jet packs you/
veterans losin’ your grip, dudes remind me of dog shows/
same boring routines, different day, same sh-t-zu/
most of my favorite rappers lost their hunger, now their rhymes weak/
save them phoned in performances for live links/
n-ggas garbage i trample simple artists like simba’s father after falling backwards/
grow problematic, i’ll scar you b-st-rds/
i am king, fro’s untamed like a lion’s mane/
pride and primal rage, no asylum until rhymin’ pays/
no earrings, chains or bracelets/
only grill i’ll ever consider gettin’ is braces. crown me!/
i push the sentra like an emperor, little honesty don’t bother me, dog/
a prodigy whippin’ economy cars/
sway admitted i’m dope/
if this beat is captain phillips, i’m muse on the fisherman’s boat/
challengers be d-mned if they plan to resist/
they panic and abandon they ship/
they scared stiffer than mannequin t-ts heh/
ya’ll must have time to waste, you’ll capsize before you “ride the wave”/
if there’s “levels to this sh-t”, then i’m the final stage/
ya’ll better crown me..

crown me! (x6)

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