User blog:TKandMit/King

''Oh hey a song written by Mit, that's something that you guys haven't seen in a while. I realized I haven't published anything on this site other than some rap battles for a long time and wanted to change it back up, and might post more songs here in the future. Anyway, enjoy.''

[Verse 1]

Yeah

Let em trumpets and the drummers come on in, I'm the speaker; gotta be saying something

The verse isn't controversial, Donald Trump isn't what I'm rehearsing for the running

What? Nah, that was nothing, I'm coming back to what I started

The art has gone bogarted, and it's like I've gone departed

But come two years, I'll top the charts, that I've gone wholehearted

The art is in department stores and I'll drop the songs discarded

This is the truth of a liar, stood as a fighter, the "Who's a tight rhymer?"

The burns of a lighter, the proof I'm a writer, the "I always breathe fire"

So you know it's one hell of a show when I steal the mic and I flow

Am I trying to prove something? No. I go for the gold and I won't go until it's owned!

Heh, so:

[Hook x2]

So give me the crown and you can call me king,

Because I breathe life in this town and it's one hell of a thing,

There's many rappers now, but I'm aiming for a seat

So many years from now, you'll remember this king!

[Verse]

I'm quick on the mix, lyrics written on this notepad, this stitch

My hands, every finger and down to the wrist,

I look like a walking, talking tattoo that raps taboo yabadabadoo

Who runs laps around all of you, can't catch the bandit of Kalamazoo

I am lit when I spit, I am Bic, like pentameter

I am a planner, I am a master of all of those who enter:

Thunderdome, Mortal Kombat, Street Fighter

I'm on home, at the bat, D. Tigers

I'm living proof, don't be blinded by the soot,

I ain't hood, I just like rap and rep where I grew

I like the studio, doing duets and meeting my heroes

So when I see those who diss my shit for being whack? I don't fear those.

Because I'm a king at this rap thing, so shit talk me, I'll have your head

And even when I'm gone, the king lives long, even in death

[Hook x2]

So give me the crown and you can call me king,

Because I breathe life in this town and it's one hell of a thing,

There's many rappers now, but I'm aiming for a seat

So many years from now, you'll remember this king!

[Bridge]

I, now humbly decree

Sir Timothy C. Kelly,

Mit,

As a king of this rap game

And to advise all of those who oppose

To fuck off.

[Verse 3]

Grab the tinfoil hats and soil pants if you hate a royal stance,

I'm a loyal man, I know who is who and who isn't, chance.

Now, I'm not saying I'm the answer; hell, many must think of me as cancer

I'm just an Emcee with a passion that goes beyond breakdancer

And that I'm packing a stack of tracks in an album, that'll be an anthem

And I just want that out on my mantle, fade out like a phantom

And I'll still be at it, whether it goes Copper, Nickel, Gold or Platinum

I can't fathom what will happen, it's random, but I'll go to my maximum

That's why I wrote this, spoke this and post this, it's a notice

This king will go onto greatness, and just want to keep you focused

But in the mean time, the angry clock will tick by,

But just stand by, watch as I wear this crown and put my chin high.