We Have No Kings Here (Interlude)

[Verse 1]

Who in they right mind ain’t losin’ they right mind?/
When I spy, with my crooked eye, from ‘pon the sideline/
A wise-guy, tryna’ match the shine and steal the limelight/
I’m like ‘aight’, it’s time to lay shit down like pipeline/
You’re damn right, I drop a line about Alaska/
‘Nuff respect to Larry Fish, for droppin’ corny as Nebraska/
I dare to pick a path that’s difficult to travel/
With an image hard to mimic, let alone to even capture/
The point I’m getting at is sharper than aristocrat/
The only time you interact with rap is when you in the lab/
I’m tryna’ get my culture-cypher, not my pen and pad/
Spit saliva on the microphone to get it damp/
That’ll only get a laugh from half who claim to get it/
If you got it, good gangsta’, you’re a proper good anchor/
For the critic, who didn’t, good riddance/
I get applauded, as you hear the sound of crickets/

[Chorus 2x]

I got a way to go to get to where I gotta’ be/
I could either play the cards I’m dealt, or play the lottery/
I’ve been to all degrees of hell, ain’t nothin’ stoppin’ me/
Dante Alighieri in A Def.Divine.Comedy/

[Verse 2]

Rippin’ new assholes to spitters with whack prose/
I’m that cold, givin’ you the shivers ‘till you flash-froze/
Catch me at a backroad with hatchet and a mask on/
Askin’ for directions, to the nearest rap show/
I’m ‘boutta get my slash on, if I hear a sad song of six pence/
Pocket full of rye, I got the flask on/
I’m mad drunk, so I be full of no compassion/
Like the fully loaded magnum I’d be wavin’ if I had one/
I’m sick and tired of tryna’ beat around the thorn bush/
I warned ya, fuck around with bull and get the horns, bruh/
Pour me another one directly from the corpus/
Planetary body, keep it movin’ like an orbit/
With no shortage of morbid shit pourin’ in/
The Goldilocks that put the poison in your porridge, kid/
The get-the-coin-quick, rich scheme, coin flip/
50-50 chance that you’ll be sleepin’ with the fishies, so enjoy it/
Coy delivery, soak it in an overfished ocean/
With a hook that’s only hopin’ for a bite/
No dice, the whole time/
I was adrift in a thought, now land a sight for sore eyes/

[Chorus 2x]

[Verse 3]

Third time around be the charm, so I’m grounded/
Hounding any motherfucker that be clowning on the outfit/
I’m talking D.R.D the township, I’m ‘bout it/
‘Bout it, motherfucker you’re surrounded/
Cuz we outdid you when we were drawing up the battle plan/
We out to prove you out of order as an anagram/
You boutta have an accident, so call the ambulance/
I’m Maximus Meridius Aurelius, the heavy hand/
The petty man, that pity the cemetery dance/
Movin’ with the strength of ants, so we could “Wu” the clan/
Howlin’ at the man in the moon, not too soon to assume/
That we the pack of wolves that bringin’ back the Utter Doom/
Style from the Boon’s while, wowing a new crowd/
You shoulda’ knew about the style cuz it moves mounts/
I’ve ruled out the foul play, we cool now/
So take a chill pill, allow yourself to cool down/