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letra de kings court - trem one

[intro: craig, j, trem one, rakim]
go get him
and do what?
let him know who’s king
haha, yeah
“and after this, you’ll call me “your majesty””
ah, yeah, we k!llin’ ’em with this one, p
we’ll break it down real simple for all y’all jokers
yeah, check it out
yeah (“and after this, you’ll call me “your majesty””)

[verse 1: trem one]
you f-ckin’ with melbourne rap royalty, be on your ps and qs
trem’s a seasoned vet, he’s still in season 2
and only t–thin’ dude, plus, your f-ckin’ fees are due
forget them other rappers, i’m the one that’s bleedin’ blue
you only breezin’ through, we doin’ live bids
yeah, you got your name on the flyer of a couple live gigs (true)
but i inspired an entire state of rhyme kids
[?]
i see my vinyl bid online for twice a week’s wage
imagine if i ebayed my rhyme book by each page
that sh-t’s a keepsake, i betcha it’d fetch a mint (yeah)
fans itchin’ to get their hands on any print i etch in ink ([?])
led me to thinkin’: who the f-ck’s on the par with trem?
call it tall poppy or copies of the carbon blend
i’m here to take you trash rappers out like garbagemen
and free the scene from [?] (yeah)
[chorus: trem one, trem one & rakim, rakim]
it’s the king’s court, f-ck these jesters and their press blurbs
next to the phone, please, you just next to get served
it’s the king’s court, f-ck these jacks and jokers
rats and roaches scabbin’ off the scr-ps i thrown ’em
it’s the king’s court, f-ck this circle of clowns and fools
down by law, please, you better start [?]
it’s the king’s court, any talk of matchin’ me is blasphemy
“and after this, you’ll call me “your majesty”

[verse 2: trem one]
this the return of the king, i’m flingin’ suckers out the ring roads
deadin’ these queers and the careers in which they pin hopes (uh-huh)
i been dope, with raw scripts since [?]
a cut above since choice cuts was [?]
this is more of a religion than a pastime
twenty years plus, still a far cry from past prime
carbon fibre-tipped raps clad in cast iron
that slay like the bells on nas’ f-ckin’ halftime
i craft rhymes with a quill tip on metronomes
script hieroglyphs, attract the crowds like rosetta stone
defend the throne till the walls fall
you oughta call for reinforcements, ’cause takin’ trem out’s a tall order
you’re joustin’ well above your weight and class
the last f-cker that they rated this great was in a cape and mask
i take to task all you suckers with grandeur visions
comin’ for this crown, don’t even bother to plan provision
[outro: samples]
“no question, i’m the best in this rap business”
“no doubt i’m” “i hear these clowns claim they want it”
“hand on the bible, i swear to defend my crown”
“i’m an emperor whose empire crushes the p-wn”
“word up, yo, i k!ll you in a battle”
“take my crown? that sh-t sound preposterous”
“after a battle, only one can stand”
“beatin’ me is impossible, now which part you don’t understand?”

- trem one

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