PRhyme - Underground Kings lyrics

[Intro: DJ Premier scratches] "I'm an, I'm, I'm, I'm an" [Royce Da 5'9"] Rumor has it I'm an underground king, all I give a f** about is money And when I got it, I don't give a f** about it, it's outlandish I take for granted what God granted My countertop granite, my house is outstanding While I'm standin inside of it feelin inside out as I pop Xanax Watchin myself on TV In order to get to the TV I had to go through the proper channels I don't rock the flannel, I rock the Air Max Atmos and camo They call me the Benz owner, I put Lorenzo's on it Then go and pick ya chick up, bone her then friend-zone her Soon as I see her wake up, I be f**in her raw If she a B or A cup, make her f** in a bra Let's get it goin, got a dyke in the closet, I'm sure that she enjoyin I k** verses in return for it A eulogy is boring, for you to be informed I'm a chore and my circle change more than a European coin Once the k** has begun You realize I'm the illest, the realest is Pimp C, and the trillest is Bun I'm definitely best at gun rap, gun wrap I'll put you on my recipe list I'll put you on the treadmill accessory less like run that, run that Detroit n***a, I destroy n***az in general I deploy n***az to generally destroy n***az regimes So, rumor has it I'm an underground king [Chorus: DJ Premier scratches] + (Royce) "Ki-i-i-ing!" "Ki-i-i-ing!" "They wanna - Ki-i-i-ing!" (King!) "They wanna be, d-d-down with the King!" (King!) "Ki-i-i-ing!" "They wanna be down, down, down with the King" (King!) "Ki-i-i-ing!" "They wanna be" (Underground) "King!" [ScHoolboy Q] Uh, yo, uh, underground From underground I'm number one, I don't get it I still be in Civics as one of my b**hes, I grew with the clip and I'm known for the strippin, unload 'til I end it Put ten in a tank, 10 mil' in my bank, I'm more real than you think Buy a b**h some high heels, a small purse and a shank Some wet naps, a little skirt to insert through a shape I'm into gun wraps, I say them gun raps, I brought the guns back And showin gang tats, and when I wrote this had every H capped You know them Hoovers 'bout it 'bout it I serve bullets and narcotics, the cops watchin, still poppin A gang member pitchin rock, every car on the block, no antennas Just a body, myself and my own hitter I'm +Top Dawg+, you cat litter Denied a million through a text, I'm a real n***a From Heaven to the lowest of devils, spit every bar for the rebels My wardrobe has started trouble, orange rags, bucket hats, even be with my stunt double My life is either jail or Oxy in my +cotton+ You lookin pale and so it's gon' be for the knockin We enlist and I'm stoned and my .45 was only three options I'm second to none, I shoot 'til I won, gun bigger than Pun Take more than your lung, pop pop (pop pop) Convert to a hearse, get a new top dropped, yawk yawk (yawk yawk) Murder music, jump out of Buicks, nobody movin or I squeeze on it Before I get a crown up, I'll bleed on it~! [Chorus] [k**er Mike] An underground king sippin my lean You know I double my profit because I triple my beam You n***az stop with the topics and all this fussin and arguin n***a ain't it clear to your optics that I would go through a squadron? Cause I'm as violent, as vicious as k**in Christians in Christians On the eve of a Christmas, say we got sick and sadistic I'm talkin tangled and twisted, this sh** was terror-terrific We k**ed the hubby and kiddies, murdered the dog and the missus And made the maid do the dishes, now she sleep with the fishes Now that s**er rapper's dead, I a**ume my position And in the place, a king on the throne is where I'm sittin Yeah, the Iron Throne is mailed with the metal microphone Hey let the rats and the mice know k**er Mike is home Cause k**er is iller and all the k**ers they know My past is good, I land a rock at my show Before I go, rest in peace to Dilla for sho' Slum lord, with a mic cord In a slum village on a Slum tour Through every ghetto I carry the heavy metal Just in case a shovel's needed when arguments are settled, momma get rose petals That's it, finito, no chatter, the matter's settled I got your b**h, I got some head, she got stilettos Lyrically I'm literally a bad motherf**er Bernard Freeman technique and the swagger Chad Butler, motherf**er! [Chorus] [k**er Mike over Chorus] I'm an underground king king king king king! You an underground king Rest in peace to the Pimp, long live the Bun