Down with the king for years, about ten of themRecruiting mines with the Mayan legament of themTears and fears for my peers, they risenYou think that it is, it is, if not, it isn'tRace for the sun, cause we in it, lyrics are banging outJeeps rocking, beats in the street when it's time for hanging outGather, or rather, four more, circle around aloudBecause brothers or others could never ever rock a crowdIs 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 crownCause everybody wanna get downTwo years ago, a friend of mineAsked me to say some MC rhymesSo I said this rhyme I'm about to sayThe rhyme was mecca, and then it went this wayRecca, lecca, mecca, mic checkOn the windmill, skill map, the stacksWearing guard, barber hatsIt's okay to parlay the forte betterTell them that I can live the life I want to liveIn a sweater tougher than leatherSwing another left and right thing and I'll wreckWell, just like the weak one, I gets no respectMoney stay awake, cause these other cats is fakeFrom Hollis to the beacon, they be quiet when we speakingSee Ellen run DMC, so rush itBig time, wait, before Hammer got to touch itRemember the faces in all types of placesLook, ma, no shoelacesI'm taking a toss, I'm wrecking the landI keep it hardcore like a real fanThese are the roughest, toughest words I ever wroteAnd I always put on a show with a hard slamSucker MCs can never swing with DBecause of all the things that I bring with meOnly G.O.D. could be a king to meAnd if the G.O.D. be in me, then a king I'd beThe microphone is planted when it's handed to meI was planted on this planet and I planted MCThe b-ball fiends always seem to agreeThat this tournament is the place to beOutrageous on the stages, we're the tuniverseWe have all the best players in the universeMy voice is raw, my lyrics is rawThis is the best tournament that you ever sawI'm the man you see in the place to beI want to rock the whole universityAnd since kindergarten I acquired the knowledgeAnd after 12th grade I went straight to collegeDown with the kings on a microphone swingerThe beat to the R, not a R&B singerThe heart to the U and D, MC itTo fly human beings, tonight I hold the key inFlowing with the funk track, hear this old brother blackPick up the bass, better yet, leave a spaceSo let me get my beat, knock, turn it onUntil the early morning, hear the kids yawningMecca, yo, you want the mecca, yoI make a funky beat, so we can flowCheck it out, P, rock the beatLock with you in the head, locking outAll the yada yada wanna flockCause I'm down with the kingsMecca, yo, you want the mecca, yada yadaMecca, yo, you want the meccaLock with you in the head, noI'mupI'mup