Born King N.Y.

Born King, never yield
 All day, heavy steel
 Born King, never yield
 All day, heavy steel
 Food for thought, meals essential
 Shrine your mind, build your temple
 Food for thought, meals essential
 Shrine your mind, build your temple
 I paint hard on a tainted canvas
 Do damage with skills, make you amend your standards
 We stole the show, can't contend with bandits
 Fresh from the mountains to douse 'em with ten commandments
 Came back, they was worshiping the calf
 Enlisting rhymes I certainly wouldn't draft
 Disperse a verse, this is church up on the ave
 I burn niggas, see 'em working in the staff
 Rhymes full of rage, struggle every line every page
 Some miles on my times with the gauge
 Live, don't mind showing signs of my age
 Run out of ammo, we can try with the blades
 Mastered the skill of attack, hard to defend
 Chrome superior, stone exterior, I'm harder within
 Take you on a journey, you could charter my pen
 Act funny and, money, I GemStar you a grin
 I'm too raw for you fraudulent rap
 With a gun too long for the small of my back
 Strapped with holster, toaster
 Got niggas riding for you, I approach your chauffeur
 Yes the freaks bless the meat, call it kosher
 Trying to spring up to Summer, but for some the fall is closer
 I did shit many only dream about
 I know I'm late getting here, I took the scenic route
 Food for thought, meals essential
 Shrine your mind, build your temple
 Food for thought, meals essential
 Shrine your mind, build your temple
 I made something out of very little
 Steady dribble with the griddle for the bread and kibble
 Got it sewn, watch me thread the middle
 Public servant, but was never civil
 I was armed when your moms said bedtime
 And the hunger in the streets fed headlines
 Had a slew of blue nicks and red dimes
 I'm legit so I admit to said crimes
 No paper raps, just lead rhymes
 Niggas spit they shit, I bled mines
 Food for thought, meals essential
 Shrine your mind, build your temple
 Food for thought, meals essential
 Shrine your mind, build your temple
 Lemme touch that, I'm King Midas
 All my lines is cold, y'all Spring writers
 Shit I scribble is a vigil, bring lighters
 Don't want fall, build walls like Ming fighters
 Born King, never yield
 All day, heavy steel
 Born King, never yield
 All day, heavy steel
 Food for thought, meals essential
 Shrine your mind, build your temple
 Food for thought, meals essential
 Shrine your mind, build your temple