Story Behind the Song
Showin' off his reign Johnny Afro declares himself King of Hip Hop.
Lyrics
Get the buck wild, got to run it like a king, Got the double up bling
With the gift that I bring. With the words that I sing, wonder what it mean.
What it seem and it ain’t what it seem and it is. What this is is the biz of the king
See I’m sayin’, a man had a plan in a palm of a hand, with the flex of a wrist and the pump of a fist and the fans get wild they get up on this. I’m the king showing off my rings. Every chance I get I’m doing awful things. To the mindless hindsight never 20-20
Fear not that the jub is hot, rub a dub dub 3 jubs and I’m one, the beat, the man u see on the street, and the one who got control of the girls so sweet. It’s the nonstop don’t stop party till you drop, beatin for the cream, party for the crop, hip to the hop hibbity acivity, Can’t ban the rap liberty, Got a hip and a hop and a hoe, This is the brother with the soul control. I’m the king, bought to flex and reign, Jubwa is my name and you know I got game..Cause the mass hysteria, cause the life is scarier, but don’t be afraid, cause the tracks I laid, will keep the jub paid long as beats are made. I’m a major and minor in the life that’s finer. Skip to my lou, get down with the crew, got the beats basin how bout you. I’m the king, showin off my rings, every chance I get I got to do my thing. We all kings showin off our reign, every chance we get we got to do our thing.
I watch the time pass like an epidemc, what’s the season
It’s the reason to change, funny how you feel about the present
Is it pleasant, tell me right now. Who start the situation
Stick you in and glue you, you better catch a clue, cause it’s y-o –u
Suckers perpretratte and try to blame it on the cause, like they never got gifts and they hated santa claws. Get yaws, big lion have weak paws, don’t pause
He can’t run with the cheetah, Black Panther on that answer
Can yall help me with the party, for the alphabet crew, come do what they do
Like in fb’s and I’s , C’s I’s and A’s. They been dopin up the hood for days
And the role we plays, victoms in sitcoms, hopin they -- not bomb - my dotcom
Brothers gotta live, but they sneak up on the issue discarding the fact
That they blew up Oklahoma cause the Wall street Black, How I’m a act.
Put track forth, watch my mortal body scorch, But my soul lives forever and we makes that change, dollars and cents, better watch my foot prints
I’m burning up mints, caus my breath so hot, Like a nuclear mistake
Contaminate a lake, Hip hop is great, until and endless date
And if the renassonce don’t tighten up my people, I’m a lifted to the steeple
Shine the light on the evil. Got the pent up anger though it looks like I’m happy
Got to sport an afro cause I’m proud to be nappy. Got the next stage, wage terror then wave, the pumped black fist, yes the pizza and the chips.
Give the bartender tips, kiss the waitress on the lips. Got the flesh and the spirit
On the tresh hold steering. Like and well-trained driver.
That man miracle worker, one set foot on the soil, olive oil
Witches boil, fat kids pay your dibs, all you can eat
Then get set up for the witches feast, felt good
Did as a greedy girl should, ate so much biggest ass in the hood
And I’m a ride it like a king, showin off my regin. Every chance I get I got to do my thang. We all kings showin off our reign. Every chance you get you got to do your thang
Now we talking. Got the funkdafied grip, Soul got ta rip, spirit got to drip, beats got to hit I’m hip. My aim not to slip since the slop get shunned, funnel in and Pummel in
The mike ain’t fumbling, neither stumble on the lyrics. Speech clear state, reach and gain high like champagne, gotta sustain, maintain, even if I turn insane in the membrane
Crazy ish, Ms. Ass Got Ya Body. Recommend --- what you get when I send
Battllin is hopeless, can’t you feel the dopeness, I got the thick ropeness
Watch how style approaches. Rein in Sophie’s Ring around the rosies
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