Key: Eb major
Verse 1
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I rule supreme, I rule divine,
Rock the hands off the clock and go for mine.
I stand on my soapbox,
voting hopes and hope not
Focused on a dope plot,
simply watching thick turn to thicker
I see why some men turn to liquor,
they disappointed with what their ancestors life has to offer
But I'm acquainted with the author,
a family friend
Who show me my relevance and
where it should be guessed
See boys can stay boys
or can turn into men
I'm called to write raps to disobey
what we sin
And this business is serious,
like taking two to the chin
We need to play through the
whistle
Cause when life comes to
an end
They're gonna ask lots of questions
Gave you time, how'd spend?
Don't wanna disappoint my father
So what I recommend
Is you study up,
find out why you really here
Probably deserve
God, one of three things I fear
D
G
You need to read, pray,
and seek the counsel of a wise peer
And one day all the cloudiness
rock the hands off a clock and go for mine
Ruling supreme, steady chasing my dream,
but all my seams seem to fall apart
Playing my part in life's scheme for my purpose,
working it out, divine service
Got me nervous, wondering if I deserve this,
although I earned this
Scarred from the first
superstar I spawned
Had no regard for his darkish appearance
and so his card got pulled
Took up with his mic stand and
his mic hand still attached
So I started from scratch and broke mold
Held drum pads and chokeholds
and I poked holes
Jumping to styles just to sew it on up
Blow it on up
From the inside out to the outside in
I've been honing my craft,
just throwing my rap through paragraphs
Learning lessons from the stumbling
blocks up in my path
Just to illustrate my progress map
Can't yell out god bless rap
I supreme I rule divine
Rock the heads off a clock and go from mine
I rule supreme I rule divine
Rock the heads off a clock
and go from mine
I rule supreme, I rule divine
Rock the hands off a clock
and go for mine
I rule supreme, I rule divine
Rock the hands off a clock
and go for
The caliber that I serve is like
Diana
Ross working at a fast food chain
So I remain the blame
For the sounds that the ears
take pleasure in
Define ill with the rhyme skill
Live up to new standards
Gotta be slick without landers
Great like
Alex with the
God -given talent
Feeling odd and silent
So I try not to bury it and carry it
Across the land, just like a chariot
Treat it like I married it, yep,
if that's serious
Scary is the way that my style
is so various
Plain or hilarious, sane or delirious
From where
Gary is, down to my areas
We keep it serious
D
G
Just the way that we was taught to rock and try
our best not to flop like the place on dance
And if you're scared of a chance,
then you might just end up with some plenty of pants, and that's real
Supreme, I rule the mind,
rock the hands off the clock and go for mine
I rule supreme, my rules are mine,
lock the hands off the clock and go for mine
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You
D
Uh, here I come, they call me
Fudge
Knuckle
Got the hose on my belt buckle
Yo, why you wanna test this?
Rollin' in my
Lexus, touch my solar plexus
While I'm smokin' out
All you kids don't know what it's about
Cuz I'm the hardcore brother,
Fudge is my name
All you n****s out there need
to get some shame
Cuz I got mad game, I got loot in my boots
All you n****s need to scoot to my
house and bring me some money
Honey, uh, it's like gin and rummy
So who am
I?
The superstar kid that you
know won't quite fly
They call me puddin' uncle
I'm hard like chocolate
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honeysuckle
Thank
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