ok i'll make this short
 we in the house
 we got Mikah 9 Abstract Rude Peace
 Vic Hop Fat Jack and myself Aceyalone

 we come for the glory of the b-boy kingdom
 bring them laughter after which bring them tears

 i seen it comin' and knew it was a plot
 legislation had a plan to kill hip hop
 i got wind from a snitch i kept in contact w/this
 bitch ass judge who was paid off
 soon after that he got laid off
 i'm lettin' niggas know you tryin' to stop a muthafucka's flow
 hold your black stallions and your black sheeps
 black clan aided a nigga and got heat
 we met up on Stepney and Market sparked it
 mapped out the target
 we gon' take out their number one sergeant
 young and strong we bailed up on their front lawn
 to kill the enemy
 remember me
 well if you remember me you'll remember
 i'm the one who broke into the pentagon took fouls planted bombs
 now i possess the blueprint
 i counter the message you sent
 no longer will you slander and tamper w/our music
 copies of the document we're xeroxed
 the ghetto took offense in defense of hip hop
 shot down rolled 'em up loc'ed up bailed out
 saved the day
 then into thin air i fade away
 scorpion

 we come for the glory of the b-boy kingdom
 bring them laughter after which bring them tears

 the story had never been told until now
 as the glory of the kingdom come comes down
 disguised as a janitor the washman
 i swept and mopped the floors
 better yet i was a spook behind the door
 w/a perfect view from the bannister
 feeling like Lee Harvey
 'cept i got a hundred million years in me
 first thing i did was aim
 lock him in my scope
 squeeze
 bust his melon open now i'm pleased
 in the name of MC's
 already passed the time that they allotted me
 the housekeeper spotted me
 it was either her or me
 click clack
 she says i will not say what i see
 but i never could have trusted her so i busted her in her chest
 then laughed
 then headed for the elevator shaft
 but it was too late the jig was up
 there was pigs all in the building
 so i tried to escape to the fire escape from homicide
 yeah i killed him
 hangin' from the third story ladder
 i dropped and i felt my ankle shatter
 no time to lose juice from my bladder
 my mission was completed and that was all that mattered
 the van was parked a hundred yards from the scene of the crime
 but it was hard to run w/a broken foot
 just like i thought they blasted
 i took one to the gut
 i was laying there thinkin' about death
 just watchin' my blood spill out
 just then the van pulls up and i jump in
 and then we pull out (?lickin'?) shouts for the glory

 we come for the glory of the b-boy kingdom
 bring them laughter after which bring them tears

 i walk in like a normal black
 gun peckin' jaw snatching
 slide
 they like the way i glide
 to the back break out my backpack and stack my shit up
 ah it's bulging now
 looked around heard a gun shot
 pow
 i looked down I whipped out my shit
 unloaded my clip
 jetting by the count i slipped
 tripped out
 landed on my hip crawled out
 i hit a tuck and roll up and out
 into a flip and boned out now i'm zonin'
 I'm nine glocks and seven 380's richer
 i'm fit to blow the foundation off this beyotch up
 synchronized for the race
 i push the button
 nuke the place
 timed myself dashin to the ride
 i hops inside
 keys already in the ignition
 i cranks it slaps it in drive
 fizorty-fizive seconds til dizamage
 ride b-boy
 kingdom

 we come for the glory of the b-boy kingdom
 bring them laughter after which bring them tears

 we come for the glory of the b-boy kingdom
 bring them laughter after which bring them tears