| 歌曲 | King Sun With the Sword |
| 歌手 | King Sun |
| 专辑 | Righteous but Ruthless |
| 作词 : Depula, Sun Born | |
| You know I heard a lotta rhymes and none of them impress me | |
| If you're tryin to diss me you may as well address me | |
| Callin me out's a suicidal attempt | |
| And on the real live tip you're just another whimp | |
| I cause earthquakes when I rock old breaks | |
| I flip on snakes cause I got what it takes | |
| To make a crowd jump like a 12-gauge pump | |
| Servin lots of speedknots when I fuck with chumps | |
| Size havin nothin to do with this matter | |
| My name is like bullets, let off and they all scatter | |
| Breakin north, south, east, west to vacate | |
| Severe distruction, the god creates and waits | |
| I never mentioned the Sword that I use to remove | |
| Those heads of the mentally dead fools | |
| I wanna build with the brothers who claim to be | |
| A said person of righteous ability | |
| Bits and pieces of math your quotes mean nothin | |
| To my knowledge the father never taught frontin | |
| Just some mystery gods tryin to come aboard | |
| But you're dissed by the 5, by King Sun with the Sword | |
| (Yeah, yeah, we got it goin on) [x3] | |
| (We got it goin on) | |
| [VERSE 2] | |
| It's the King of a kingdom, descendant of King Tut | |
| The Sword is golden, unfoldin a fly cut | |
| Never sweatin small competition at all, y'all | |
| Let em get souped up, I set up a downfall | |
| Yo chief, I get the beef like a butcher shop | |
| Sweep MC's like a broom or a dust mop | |
| Clean house like a maid as I get paid | |
| Games are played, bodies are slayed and laid | |
| Six feet under, pushin up daisies | |
| Yo, I tried to tell you, money grip, you're crazy | |
| To say 'battle' to me, that's a trigger word | |
| S-u-n is a small, yet a bigger word | |
| Solo controller, roll throughout the universe | |
| Fill up your mind with lines till your heads burst | |
| Don't even talk about you're better at a freestyle | |
| Meanwhile I'm manufactured by Profile | |
| Mel-Ice, you got it goin on swiftly | |
| They can't touch you and they can't get with me | |
| I'm the King with the Sword decapitatin heads | |
| Rappers are done before their rhymes are even said | |
| (Yeah, yeah, we got it goin on) [x3] | |
| (We got it goin on) | |
| [VERSE 3] | |
| Sucker DJ's takin a stab in the dark | |
| And every brother I met learned techniques from Clark | |
| Rich from 3rd Bass, Scratch from EPMD | |
| Aladdin from Low Profile, [Name] from Philly | |
| Plastic Men and the Sword Mel-Ice | |
| Are the Supermen sent by Clark Kent who is super nice | |
| What I'ma do is pull the source from a rock, yo Mel | |
| Give em a taste cause they're clockin and what not | |
| [DJ Mel-Ice the Sword cuttin up] | |
| (Hear the drummer get wicked) | |
| [Chuck D] (Here's your ticket) | |
| (Yeah, yeah, we got it goin on) [x3] | |
| (We got it goin on) | |
| [VERSE 4] | |
| Now that you know the damage we are capable of doin | |
| Tell your favorite crew and the posse they're ruined | |
| Just like a waiter I came to serve you | |
| Don't touch the mic till I say you deserve to | |
| Your rhyme style is faded like pre-washed jeans | |
| Go back to rhymin on the corner with your crackhead fiends | |
| Bumrush the liqor store to get a bottle of Cisco | |
| At the party I dissed you, so they call it a diss-co | |
| I'm a renovator, translator of hip-hop | |
| Shakin the tip-top till all of the drips drop | |
| Of the jockstrap, I rhyme, yo, I don't rap | |
| Rappers are new jacks, I smack em and bust caps | |
| I'm in the mood to intrude with a power move | |
| I'm still waitin for the others to show and prove | |
| You're gonna learn not to tamper with Islam | |
| I'm blowin everybody up with this bomb | |
| Pure greed made em all not take heed | |
| I'm not bendin, you ain't got what I need | |
| Your best bet is to sit and stay set | |
| I'm not one for droppin drinks, but I dropped Moët | |
| A new name, but the flame is still the same | |
| Red dot on your head, I don't have to aim | |
| One shot, gimme mine, cause I just scored | |
| I can't afford to front, I'm King Sun with the Sword | |
| (Yeah, yeah, we got it goin on) [x3] | |
| (We got it goin on) |
| zuò cí : Depula, Sun Born | |
| You know I heard a lotta rhymes and none of them impress me | |
| If you' re tryin to diss me you may as well address me | |
| Callin me out' s a suicidal attempt | |
| And on the real live tip you' re just another whimp | |
| I cause earthquakes when I rock old breaks | |
| I flip on snakes cause I got what it takes | |
| To make a crowd jump like a 12gauge pump | |
| Servin lots of speedknots when I fuck with chumps | |
| Size havin nothin to do with this matter | |
| My name is like bullets, let off and they all scatter | |
| Breakin north, south, east, west to vacate | |
| Severe distruction, the god creates and waits | |
| I never mentioned the Sword that I use to remove | |
| Those heads of the mentally dead fools | |
| I wanna build with the brothers who claim to be | |
| A said person of righteous ability | |
| Bits and pieces of math your quotes mean nothin | |
| To my knowledge the father never taught frontin | |
| Just some mystery gods tryin to come aboard | |
| But you' re dissed by the 5, by King Sun with the Sword | |
| Yeah, yeah, we got it goin on x3 | |
| We got it goin on | |
| VERSE 2 | |
| It' s the King of a kingdom, descendant of King Tut | |
| The Sword is golden, unfoldin a fly cut | |
| Never sweatin small competition at all, y' all | |
| Let em get souped up, I set up a downfall | |
| Yo chief, I get the beef like a butcher shop | |
| Sweep MC' s like a broom or a dust mop | |
| Clean house like a maid as I get paid | |
| Games are played, bodies are slayed and laid | |
| Six feet under, pushin up daisies | |
| Yo, I tried to tell you, money grip, you' re crazy | |
| To say ' battle' to me, that' s a trigger word | |
| Sun is a small, yet a bigger word | |
| Solo controller, roll throughout the universe | |
| Fill up your mind with lines till your heads burst | |
| Don' t even talk about you' re better at a freestyle | |
| Meanwhile I' m manufactured by Profile | |
| MelIce, you got it goin on swiftly | |
| They can' t touch you and they can' t get with me | |
| I' m the King with the Sword decapitatin heads | |
| Rappers are done before their rhymes are even said | |
| Yeah, yeah, we got it goin on x3 | |
| We got it goin on | |
| VERSE 3 | |
| Sucker DJ' s takin a stab in the dark | |
| And every brother I met learned techniques from Clark | |
| Rich from 3rd Bass, Scratch from EPMD | |
| Aladdin from Low Profile, Name from Philly | |
| Plastic Men and the Sword MelIce | |
| Are the Supermen sent by Clark Kent who is super nice | |
| What I' ma do is pull the source from a rock, yo Mel | |
| Give em a taste cause they' re clockin and what not | |
| DJ MelIce the Sword cuttin up | |
| Hear the drummer get wicked | |
| Chuck D Here' s your ticket | |
| Yeah, yeah, we got it goin on x3 | |
| We got it goin on | |
| VERSE 4 | |
| Now that you know the damage we are capable of doin | |
| Tell your favorite crew and the posse they' re ruined | |
| Just like a waiter I came to serve you | |
| Don' t touch the mic till I say you deserve to | |
| Your rhyme style is faded like prewashed jeans | |
| Go back to rhymin on the corner with your crackhead fiends | |
| Bumrush the liqor store to get a bottle of Cisco | |
| At the party I dissed you, so they call it a dissco | |
| I' m a renovator, translator of hiphop | |
| Shakin the tiptop till all of the drips drop | |
| Of the jockstrap, I rhyme, yo, I don' t rap | |
| Rappers are new jacks, I smack em and bust caps | |
| I' m in the mood to intrude with a power move | |
| I' m still waitin for the others to show and prove | |
| You' re gonna learn not to tamper with Islam | |
| I' m blowin everybody up with this bomb | |
| Pure greed made em all not take heed | |
| I' m not bendin, you ain' t got what I need | |
| Your best bet is to sit and stay set | |
| I' m not one for droppin drinks, but I dropped Mo t | |
| A new name, but the flame is still the same | |
| Red dot on your head, I don' t have to aim | |
| One shot, gimme mine, cause I just scored | |
| I can' t afford to front, I' m King Sun with the Sword | |
| Yeah, yeah, we got it goin on x3 | |
| We got it goin on |