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