Hawk, who goes yonder? It is I, sire. Richard of Nottingham. Well, speak up, man. What is it? News from the East, sire. Rick the Ruler has returned. Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Liar! Gather round, party goers, as if you're still living. And get on down to the old slick rhythm. Now this one here is called the Ruler, my dear. It's a mere party booster that'll set things clear. It's 100% proof I'm champions of truth. And if you feel you need spirit, I'll bring back your youth. Relax your mind and folks, unwind. And be kind to a rhythm that you'll hardly find. And off we go, let the trumpets blow. Well, hold on, because the driver of the mission is on board. The Ruler's back. Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Now, in these times, well, at least to me, there's a lot of people out here trying to sound like Ricky D. Not trying to cause trouble, because it's really a small thing, but if I ain't what I'm writing, God, it's great being Nick Vine. Some sound all right, but then they act dilly. Try conquering my crown, and that's really very silly. Now, I'm not the type that gets upset and try to disrespect folks just to earn respect. But learn this fact, whether white or black, I can't get conquered in my style of rap. But jealousy and envy's a dumb one's tools, so Ricky says nothing, he keeps his cool. Revenge is not a mission that the Ruler's on, it's just forgiveness required for the wrong that's done. So off we go, let the trumpets blow, and hold on, because the driver of the mission is a pro. The Ruler's back. Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! One day when I was chilling at this outside jam, I seen folks having a ball and plus clapping their hands To beats all freckles that conquer the streets Like Tee Wee Herman and Clubhouse Treats Girls was chilling, boys rule as usual The slacks, the golds, the rings, I hope I'm not confusing y'all But everyone in the house looked smashing Fresh clothes on their butts and nothing out of fashion And just when you thought nothing couldn't get better A newsflash concealed in a bright yellow letter A kid went up to the mic, he said, Alert, hear this Cleared his clogged throat and then began to persist He said, Hallelujah, kids hear this The ruler is back and he's here to assist So off we go, let the trumpets blow And hold on because the driver of the mission is not here The ruler is back Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop!