Down with the king for years, about ten of them
Recruiting mines with the Mayan legament of them
Tears and fears for my peers, they risen
You think that it is, it is, if not, it isn't
Race for the sun, cause we in it, lyrics are banging out
Jeeps rocking, beats in the street when it's time for hanging out
Gather, or rather, four more, circle around aloud
Because brothers or others could never ever rock a crowd
Is it because he running off with the mouth?
Or was he really clearly trying to play me for some clout?
No, shut him down, the king with the crown
Cause everybody wanna get down
Two years ago, a friend of mine
Asked me to say some MC rhymes
So I said this rhyme I'm about to say
The rhyme was mecca, and then it went this way
Recca, lecca, mecca, mic check
On the windmill, skill map, the stacks
Wearing guard, barber hats
It's okay to parlay the forte better
Tell them that I can live the life I want to live
In a sweater tougher than leather
Swing another left and right thing and I'll wreck
Well, just like the weak one, I gets no respect
Money stay awake, cause these other cats is fake
From Hollis to the beacon, they be quiet when we speaking
See Ellen run DMC, so rush it
Big time, wait, before Hammer got to touch it
Remember the faces in all types of places
Look, ma, no shoelaces
I'm taking a toss, I'm wrecking the land
I keep it hardcore like a real fan
These are the roughest, toughest words I ever wrote
And I always put on a show with a hard slam
Sucker MCs can never swing with D
Because of all the things that I bring with me
Only G.O.D. could be a king to me
And if the G.O.D. be in me, then a king I'd be
The microphone is planted when it's handed to me
I was planted on this planet and I planted MC
The b-ball fiends always seem to agree
That this tournament is the place to be
Outrageous on the stages, we're the tuniverse
We have all the best players in the universe
My voice is raw, my lyrics is raw
This is the best tournament that you ever saw
I'm the man you see in the place to be
I want to rock the whole university
And since kindergarten I acquired the knowledge
And after 12th grade I went straight to college
Down with the kings on a microphone swinger
The beat to the R, not a R&B singer
The heart to the U and D, MC it
To fly human beings, tonight I hold the key in
Flowing with the funk track, hear this old brother black
Pick up the bass, better yet, leave a space
So let me get my beat, knock, turn it on
Until the early morning, hear the kids yawning
Mecca, yo, you want the mecca, yo
I make a funky beat, so we can flow
Check it out, P, rock the beat
Lock with you in the head, locking out
All the yada yada wanna flock
Cause I'm down with the kings
Mecca, yo, you want the mecca, yada yada
Mecca, yo, you want the mecca
Lock with you in the head, no
I'mup
I'mup