greetings
ok i`ll make this short
we in the house
we got Mikah 9 Abstract Rude Peace
Vic Hop Fat Jack and myself Aceyalone
we come for the glory of the b-boy kingdom
bring them laughter after which bring them tears
i seen it comin` and knew it was a plot
legislation had a plan to kill hip hop
i got wind from a snitch i kept in contact w/this
bitch ass judge who was paid off
soon after that he got laid off
i`m lettin` niggas know you tryin` to stop a muthafucka`s flow
hold your black stallions and your black sheeps
black clan aided a nigga and got heat
we met up on Stepney and Market sparked it
mapped out the target
we gon` take out their number one sergeant
young and strong we bailed up on their front lawn
to kill the enemy
remember me
well if you remember me you`ll remember
i`m the one who broke into the pentagon took fouls planted bombs
now i possess the blueprint
i counter the message you sent
no longer will you slander and tamper w/our music
copies of the document we`re xeroxed
the ghetto took offense in defense of hip hop
shot down rolled `em up loc`ed up bailed out
saved the day
then into thin air i fade away
scorpion
we come for the glory of the b-boy kingdom
bring them laughter after which bring them tears
the story had never been told until now
as the glory of the kingdom come comes down
disguised as a janitor the washman
i swept and mopped the floors
better yet i was a spook behind the door
w/a perfect view from the bannister
feeling like Lee Harvey
`cept i got a hundred million years in me
first thing i did was aim
lock him in my scope
squeeze
bust his melon open now i`m pleased
in the name of MC`s
already passed the time that they allotted me
the housekeeper spotted me
it was either her or me
click clack
she says i will not say what i see
but i never could have trusted her so i busted her in her chest
then laughed
then headed for the elevator shaft
but it was too late the jig was up
there was pigs all in the building
so i tried to escape to the fire escape from homicide
yeah i killed him
hangin` from the third story ladder
i dropped and i felt my ankle shatter
no time to lose juice from my bladder
my mission was completed and that was all that mattered
the van was parked a hundred yards from the scene of the crime
but it was hard to run w/a broken foot
just like i thought they blasted
i took one to the gut
i was laying there thinkin` about death
just watchin` my blood spill out
just then the van pulls up and i jump in
and then we pull out (?lickin`?) shouts for the glory
we come for the glory of the b-boy kingdom
bring them laughter after which bring them tears
i walk in like a normal black
gun peckin` jaw snatching
slide
they like the way i glide
to the back break out my backpack and stack my shit up
ah it`s bulging now
looked around heard a gun shot
pow
i looked down I whipped out my shit
unloaded my clip
jetting by the count i slipped
tripped out
landed on my hip crawled out
i hit a tuck and roll up and out
into a flip and boned out now i`m zonin`
I`m nine glocks and seven 380`s richer
i`m fit to blow the foundation off this beyotch up
synchronized for the race
i push the button
nuke the place
timed myself dashin to the ride
i hops inside
keys already in the ignition
i cranks it slaps it in drive
fizorty-fizive seconds til dizamage
ride b-boy
kingdom
we come for the glory of the b-boy kingdom
bring them laughter after which bring them tears
we come for the glory of the b-boy kingdom
bring them laughter after which bring them tears
