This is a song about "The king of rap"

Here comes the next rap king

Jump off... hoping, i'm hoping

Since my last rhyme - the crime rate ain't declineniggas bustin shots like they lost they mind

Was king of the underground, but i still rap like i'm on my pharoahe monch grind

As i end my rap, i showed u whos the king,

See i'm fronting, get your food, keep on running

Think it's sweet, think he get money across the street

Shit this rap is so great, great the king slayer cant compete,

Either dumb or smokin' dippers or something

The undeniable rise of a king

Im, king of the jungle,

I'm modest, and humble

Shit i been heard that niggas been working

As i end my rap, i showed u whos the king,

I must go like fly route

Was king of the underground