One of the greatest rapper, walk - I'm sayin'

In the field makin' my brick without hayin'

Mad busy kid, nah whip cut here

You, boy, drop your bundle bring your butt in

A soldier, what I do to that hood?

"Are you that slave everybody tellin' me rap good?

Calm down, not goin' ta murder ya

Clean yourself, Pharoah said he wanna have a word with ya"

My mom, pop, look concerned

After takin' a shower, dress and returned

The soldier, kinda on the dark end

Brought me and the motherfucking palace was barking

In the midst, a poet, dryin'

Pharoah and his girl being entertained by him

Motherfucker got some nerve

said "Bring slave forward, let me observe"

He asked me my name and start badger me

"Ricky, what?", 'Ricky, your majesty'

And bowed because I had to, 

Kick a rap that shit better sound fat too



Who rotten 'em

Plaits swing, but have you forgotten 'em

Biggest big shouts since King Tut and 'em (who rotten 'em)

Kids ville, motherfucker couldn't sit still

All bitches is open off Rick's grill (who rotten 'em)

Definetly exort, any stalkin'

Hawk gawkin' at silk fabrics when I'm walkin(who rotten 'em)

Fondle with right, yet, spec get delighted

All a that jungle shit, whites rap



"He's fat" queen said to the pharoah excited and

did seem obvious the rap delighted him

Then start banging on appliance (Yes your honour?)

"Send this other rapper to the lions" (Please, no!)

Pleaing with merit, if you kill him for my sake

My raps will do the spirit

'Please let him live, I prefer that'

"OK, well, send him where this slave used to work at"

Do or die jammin' me into

Even was allowed to move the family in too

Any beat better rap good on

Even gave me mad nice outfits to put on

Knowing that my rap stlye bumped many

And expecting some important company

The king visits where I was put to write

"Slave, you're behind, better rap real good tonight"

In other words, lay your mack down

'Cause these cats not the one to sound wack round

So that night, when they summers be them clapping

Took a deep breath and then began rapping



Who rotten 'em

Tryin' a find out what excite, what I write, 

What ignite with

Lion never once tried to bite Rick

Excusely, assumed to meek, refuse to greet

A smoother geek, just move ya feet

Shocked all dippin' and stoppin'

Even slave owner wanted me to whip a man, fucker

Shakin' any prison, kickin' back, sick of crap

And sista breakin' when a nigger rap



Well it was obvious the raps unpluggin'

Dignitaries spat wine out they mouth, buggin'

This they never heard that type a tactic

Gold sandles all over their fat steps

One dignitary over what man said

"I'll give you half the eastern border if you sell him"

Back at the rest spot to nap a bit

Mom! Pop! They delighted with the rapper did

"Son", my mom said sweepin' up

"That lunatic'll kill you if you don't keep it up"

What's wrong with you, "Son, I'm not scornin' you

Leave your best for a rainy day, I'm warnin' you"

Ripped my ego apart

So I set upon a mission to change the king heart

'Sire, whippin don't pay off

A lot more done you give a nigger one day off'

He took my advice, 'stead a yell again

Sir noticed that my input was accurate intelligence

That type meant ta stripe, kids

Even after he died, I still write raps like this



Who rotten 'em

All teacher and scholar try proceed me, believe me

I am all culture that you need be

And superior juice to abuse, I choose

Use words racist slave owner used to

Sandwich known crook, redbone hook too

Got his own land, which you're known look to

Not only ass wipes, swept side kick

Shocker and them niggers even try to dress like Rick