Down with the king for years, about ten of 'em recruiting suckers, Mac and Mike, and makin' men of 'em tears and fears for my peers, they rippin' you think that it is, it is, if not it isn't race for the border my daughter, 'cause beats you're bangin' out jeeps rockin' beats in the streets when there's time for hangin' out gather, or rather form a circle around a loud 'cause brothers or others could never ever rock a crowd is it because he's runnin' off with the mouth or was he really clearly...