Black - King Is Black Lyrics

It ain't that one with the gun, It's the rebel with the mettle
My tongue weighs a ton, I need a heavy instrumental
You'll get stung by my lungs, they can't get up to my level
Wont succumb to the scum, I'll beat the devil with a shovel
Then paint him with some gravel
I'm a lion to you cattle, you'll unravel when I...
Who's the king?...
Black.

Bow fast, no Ramadan, I'm a phenomenon
I'm tricky like DMC
The kid Blackie, spiffy icon of the 20s
Like Jack Dempsey, here to empty
Every emcee with TNT
Look, I wake up with the crown
Then ride a golden horse through your town
Then drive the Trojan horse through your town
Then make you rap clowns lick the crumbs that I toss to the ground
Then I...

[I said I'm] Tricky with that sickly flow
Slickly slitting this beat's throat
Trickling silky swiftly Strictly graphic since N64
Spit acid like them 60s folk
Hippie-dippy hippies, trippy, kissing, sipping whiskey
Flipping, skipping, singing indie folk

[Thanks to twentyfoursevenpublicity for adding these lyrics]