I bet nobody can explain the first four lines besides Solace and Zu
(Sentus)
Listen to royalty on the mic; I’m the king of the tracks
Yeah, the hottest prints so I’m always bringin the raps
Hip hop’s heir stingin the wack with this filthy fist
And if you try and cool me down you will be missed
I’m the dopest emcee, no ones as focused as me
I’m willing to slaughter whoever approaches the beat
Step back; you’ll get burned too close to the heat
I’m slicin tongues from mouths when they open to speak
I don’t give a fuck, I knocked Stephen Hawkin’ off
His wheel chair and told him its okay, walk it off
I won’t knock it off, I love danger, I’m used to the fun
Hell, I had a staring contest with Medusa and won
I’m a fusion of some of the most gruesome of scum
With the most mutinous tongue spewin this dung
I had a girl who wanted me to take her breath away
So I immediately started removin a lung
I tore through ya with the fire power of a war cruiser
Cause you only actin fly when you’re a sore loser
I’m more used to sittin back then kickin tracks
But now I’m spittin facts so yall wanna get wit that
But fuck all that shit I spit tracks that kill foes
And I couldn’t give a fuck if I gift wrapped a dildo
You wish that my ill flow wouldn’t shred teams
I don’t play soft, you want a face off well I’m Ed Gein
My led seems to devour his I’m done with his shit
And like the father of Albert Fish, I come the sickest
If you fuck with Sentus get ripped like a damn tiger
I’ll always outshine you faggots cause I stand brighter
That’s why future generations will only speak of me
While they are all circled around camp fires
All these fake kings need to quit rapping man
Cause they just stuck in the closet like Prince Caspian
