Lethal Weapon - King Sun

Pure destruction of every MC has now been placed

On every microphone, so who dares to face

The artillery so quick to unload

My attitude is a grenade and it’s time to explode

In the faces of all those who flake

Bit my ideas and used the same breaks

Toy boys are not musically inclined

The game is Scrabble, the metaphor is your mind

Track any word, any letter for anywhere

Never make sense, but suckers don’t care

Mention my name and you gots to get loose

But first take your rhymes and battle Mother Goose

In the nursery usin a fairytale book

On the mic I do knowledge clear so you look

Nervous, cause I’m about to stalk

Every rapper from Cali straight to New York

Anywhere in between, hold on to your hats

I’m removin the head of the non-right and exact

Will do what’s right and proceed to start steppin

The game’s do-or-die and this player’s called lethal weapon

(Lethal weapon) -→ Rakim

By now you realize I can’t be stopped

As I endure with a score no other can top

I remained unheard until a rapper perpetrated

Made him catch a bad one, left him all lacerated

Really torn to shreds because of somethin he said

Let it happen again and he’s dead

I play for keeps, the winner takes all

Extremely harmful to each and every one of y’all

But to the righteous livin is great

Peace over war and love over hate

And when it comes to my managerial material

Biters eat it up like cereal

See how it sound before they swallow it down

Gettin so souped up that they go for my crown

How could you think like that, don’t even say that

Movin on my crown, clown, I don’t play that

The deadliest act that you could ever attempt

Came in with a bop and you leave with a limp

Now blame it on your homies because they let you

Get souped up, scooped up — paramedics to the rescue

Face the fact, this attack is placed on

Those on which the rhymes you hear are now based on

Victims, somebody wants you dead

You been walkin around with a price on your head

Your attitude is that you can’t be beat

I was paid the price and I wrote the receipt

What’s in store for you shouldn’t happen to a dog

Don’t even battle, just catch a cab to the morgue

There you will find a priest and a flame

On a tombstone today’s date and your name

Now that’s lethal

Enough with the small talk, time to avenge

You all shoulda left when you had the right chance

There’s no escapin me, the doors are locked

The windows are sealed, the exits are blocked

I go non-stop, I leave no man left

A million MC’s and one mega-death

I’m the weapon you slept on when you shoulda kept on

You got stepped on and your girl wept on

Her knees, beggin for mercy please

Her request denied cause I refuse to skeeze

The girl of an enemy I smell for miles

I’m true and living, that ain’t my style

I meet 'em, greet 'em, beat 'em, then defeat 'em

Write 'em off in the obituaries and read 'em

Always slaughter in alphabetical order

I make life shorter for those who thought a

Wack written rhyme would be the end of my time

Are you buggin or just out of your mind?

If we haven’t met yet be lucky I’m steppin

But one day you’re gonna fall victim to the lethal weapon

King Sun XL — a lethal weapon

Marx Mercedes — a lethal weapon

Lenny Mercedes — a lethal weapon

XL Posse — a lethal weapon

The gods — lethal weapons

Lyor and Russell — lethal weapons

Hollywood — lethal weapon

Divine Force — lethal weapon

Just-Ice — lethal weapon

Public Enemy — lethal weapon

Big Daddy Kane — lethal weapon

Melquan and Shabazz — lethal weapon

JR Gums — lethal weapon

Nobody move, nobody gets hurt