Kings Just Rule - J-Live

They say heavy is the head that wears the crown

And everybody wanna catch the Game of Thrones

So much that people just recycle the same old sounds

And make the rap game look like Attack of the Clones

They got beats that knock for like three notes

A whole album of bars with like three quotes

Rappers mumble behind their deep accent

Saying jack sounding like autotuned deep throat

So in the land of the blind the cyclops finds the shine

But there’s plenty to see on the periphery

The spotlight hits a handful of real emcees

And people act like they solved some kind of mystery

You want to front like the lyrics is back

They never left fuck all that revisionist history

I mean they are who we thought they were you wanna crown them

The court’s full of killers with flows that might drown them

«Reality»

«Teachers teach and do the world good

Kings just rule and most are never understood»

Yeah rap beef rap feud rap feudal system

Rap futility

Infertility

So much pent up anger

Hostility

No love lost or found for that crown

The throne or the ring or the play’s the thing

The poison in your ear makes it hard to hear

With fake journalists just glorified dick ride

Picking clicks for clicks playing the perfect courtier

Yasiin been told you who was running this rap shit

They add a T sign a 360 and traps kids

To rap drug traffic over hi hats rapid

Your pennies on the dollar like a tree sap tap kid

I’m fickle with your trickle cause my flow like rapids

The God stay crazy cause the dogs is rabid

They leashes real tight as they flash fake riches

Chase the snake bitches and swing for wild pitches

As the matrix glitches since the snitches get stitches

Dee Jays play along knowing they dead wrong

The weak or the strong

Who got it going on?

They claim kings of media but really just pawns

«Reality»

«Teachers teach and do the world good

Kings just rule and most are never understood»

Yeah teachers teach and do the world good

Kings just rule and most are never understood

The rules get broken and the kings do too

For kings that teach subjects remain true

When the revolution come, if all you was talking about

Was your crown don’t act like you was down

Get found up under your thrown

Get dragged up out of your home

Get right or get gone

I salute success in these days and times

For all those that built a empire out of rhyme

I see you and your greatness shine

Inspiration is the only way your greatness can relate to mine

So when I hear a master teacher claim king of a region

It sounds unreasoned like truth out of season

We know it ain’t no best, we have no opponents

The job of the emcee is to rule the moment