[ VERSE 1 ] I got somethin for sucker MC's Rhymes so dope that niggas wanna buy ki's But I don't sell weight, I sell hits Druggin your mind with em one at a time I hit em up with a couple of bars I'm breakin MC's up like rock guitars At a Kiss concert, but not this concert Ain't no make-up, you better wake up Before the sandman come take your hand I come into your dreams, or so it seems While you're deep asleep I'm beginnin another scheme Gettin that dough, hittin that hoe In the video, what a bitty, what a pity But that's the chance you take when you make it You get strung when the song is sung But I don't hit notes, I hit quotes I wrote, so If you know like I know, you better not try no Dummy move, yo money, move from the mic Exit stage right, nighty night Time for bed with a rhyme from Ed So put on your pijamas and tell your mamas Beddy-bye, till you're ready to try once more Cause I'm takin niggas out like a one-night whore To the store, so who you're really tryin to fool? We rule, you know we rule
We rule, you know we rule
[ VERSE 2 ] It gets harder and harder Cause everybody got to start a Kid-type hit, but forget that bullshit I'm on some hype shit, my style is well developped When I envelop a mic I would like everyone to get the hell up I set it off, headed off right to the mic I let if off like an airstrike I cover the ground with surround sound Everybody get down before you're left deaf So what the eff, a duel to the death Like Macbeth, so kneel to the left And bow your head, now Ed will rule I'm takin niggas out like a trip at school To the park, leadin you into the dark Now form a double-line, it's trouble time Now I got to rhyme double-time Or triple Cause MC's suck like nipple I cripple, but they already lame I come to claim your name and eat your brain Right out your skull like a monster And I do what I wantsta when I wantsta And I ain't even gotta carry the tool Cause we rule, you know we rule
We rule, you know we rule
[ VERSE 3 ] I got rhymes a cop can't stop They don't even chase, so don't even waste Gas, I'm too fast, I come equipped to rip, money grip Cause you the paper And I'm the Flatbush raper I rip shit up, your get hit up I don't take sex, just checks and cash Stompin niggas out like the Monster Mash Every single day of the week, plus weekends You and your weak friends tryin to meet ends But you can't make em meet, cause you can't make a beat So now you're beaten, you're meat and you're lookin all meek You couldn't see me on the highest peak With a long-range scanner and a antenna Cause you're fish like a can of Tune, all on my dock, in my scuna I see ya later, if not, sooner So just cool Cause you know we rule
Compositores: Edward K Archer (Archer Edward), Robin Gareth Williams ECAD: Obra #6330435