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Hauk, who goes yonder? |
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It is I, sire, Richard of Nottingham |
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Well, speak up man, what is it? |
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News from the East, sire, Rick the Ruler has returned |
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Gather 'round party goers as if you're still livin' |
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And get on down to the old Slick rhythm |
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Now this one here is called the Ruler, my dear |
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It's a mere party booster that will set things clear |
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It's a hundred percent proof from champions of truth |
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And if you feel you need spirit I'll bring back your youth |
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Relax your mind, and folks unwind |
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And be kind to a rhythm that you hardly find |
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And off we go, let the trumpets blow |
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Well hold on, because the driver of the mission is a pro |
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The Ruler's back |
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Now in these times, well at least to me |
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There's a lot of people out here tryin' to sound like Ricky D |
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Not tryin' to cause trouble 'cause it's really a small thing |
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But they're bitin' what I'm writin', God, it's great being the king |
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Some sound alright, but then they act illy |
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Try conquering my crown and that's really very silly |
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Now I'm not the type that gets upset |
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Try to disrespect folks just to earn respect |
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But learn this fact, whether white or black |
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I can't get conquered in my style of rap |
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For jealousy and envies are dumb ones tools |
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So Ricky says nothing, he keeps his cool |
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Revenge is not a mission that the Ruler's on |
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Just forgiveness required for the wrong that's done |
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So off we go, let the trumpets blow |
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And hold on, because the driver of the mission is a pro |
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The Ruler's back |
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Now one day, when I was chillin' at this outside jam |
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I seen folks havin' a ball and plus clappin' their hands |
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To beats of records that conquer the streets |
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Like Pee Wee Herman and Clubhouse Treats |
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Girls was chillin', boys rule as usual |
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The slacks, the golds, the rings, I hope I'm not confusin' y'all |
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But everyone in the house looks smashin' |
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Fresh clothes on their butts and nothing out of fashion |
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And just when you thought nothing couldn't get better |
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A news flash concealed in a bright yellow letter |
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A kid ran up to the mike and said, "Alert, hear this" |
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Cleared his cloggy throat and then began to persist |
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He said, "Hallelujah, kids hear this |
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The Ruler's back and he's here to assist" |
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So off we go, let the trumpets blow |
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And hold on because the driver of the mission is a pro |
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The Ruler's back |