歌词：
The Poet And His Song

lying I am only a fighter in the form of a writer in the form of a poet potency in the mic I blank out then I approach it turn me up and I go in haters

rapper whose had his turn Now it's my turn, and I am concerned About idiots, posing as kings What are we here to rule, I thought we're 'sposed to sing And

on you well, and I don't mean Fargo But even if you leave somehow it try to follow Baby brother took a charge hotter than Lebron and Rondo Tryna keep his

top and I'm something like Muhammed in his prime and They watchin They plottin Steady prayin for my downfall I been In these streets it's kangos and

and tried to subdue him, but he fought back VAL-iant-ly The warrior king had emerged from his fighter and had spoken to one of his subjects When he

word poet forms the song's intro] There was a curious secretive streak in the man, which led to many dramatic effects - but left even his closest

Left and right, and right and wrong Wrong and guilty, convicted and hung Young and old, and old and new Knew and never knew and tellin the truth It

, ruthless and wild Runnin' around spendin' money, havin' fun 'Cause even then, I'm still number one Blastmaster krs-one of course Comes to express with style the lost Ways of rhyming, old and new, past and

it for all the farms in Cuba Well, I set my monkey on the log And ordered him to do the Dog He wagged his tail and shook his head And he went and did