I've based my life round creating my sound, I blaze like live rounds, I speak and people listen. There's something to this talking, you better match the walking the truths a duty, What if I speak and people listen? Rich people listen & the poor people listen I ain't no preacher, I aint no politician man, I’m just a dude on this mic with some knowledge on his brain, Im solid as a cane, but i aint got no staff, My John Hancock aint worht shit, and even the ho's laugh. I film my face cuz momma said for me to watch my mouth, you got a problem with the truth? come on, lets walk it out, lets work it out and walk it off, I yaw my jaw and talk alot, but that dont stop me from ever going to rock the spot, with no facade and no elaborate plot, to break me into a zombie, I know exactly what im not. theres nothing new about a man with a plan, a speech in his head and a mic in his hand, yo saint, lets change this world, for the good of the man, for the good of the people these days its so easy to be so evil, i bleed on the easel just so y'all can see my deepest ego, the monkey see, the monkey do, the monkey's dumb, the junkies glued what the F*** is this art coming too? I've based my life round creating my sound, I blaze like live rounds, I speak and people listen. There's something to this talking, ou better match the walking the truths a duty, what if I speak and people listen? Rich people listen & the poor people listen I’m fed up, not gonna let up on these cats who need to get their rep up, trying to battle me cuz they wanna get the cred up can't beat the kings man its something like a setup why? cuz my new style keeps you futile drop bombs like im nuke wild n do it with a huge smile let me catch my breath for a while. (breath - breath) top of the dogpile! King of the Hill, wasnt born that way, hit the park at dark back in the day spark them rhymes when we spark them J's hater kids would say "you're white mmmkay" man, fuck you! mr. mackey im a smash on you and your class of lackies have you running like its a track meet saints at the end I've been waiting since last week rip fast on the back beat, clip tracks sip that use this for the last three put that where the first hook be " that verse is sick" you knew it would be! Scram speaks n the people listen, Saint rocks and the same have risen seems that they share our vision, Speedyshoes with sick incisions we 3 kings come bearing gifts, crushing zombies, slashing stiffs you so-so rappers 'stacking chips' we swing for the fences cracking ribs up on mics or by the bar, up on stage we the rising stars up on haters who aint down so far I gave you 39 rhymes in 16 bars Words: Behan/Miller Producer: Al Jiggero/Pocket Kings C2009 Outer City Dynamics