its the return of the lost emperor repping my crown and my septor
so folks call me King
i'm legendary from the womb to the cemetary
my tomb covered with my birthstone precious rocks and gems
beyond that is my prophetic pen and my priceless pad
written in hyroglephics to depict my life's descriptive picture fit for the big screen;
if you dig deep you might find the secrect that lies within the garden; forbidden scriptures speaking on things to come,
but i'm not nastradamus i'm more like nickademus from Mecca to
East Madena women love my calm demenor, but i'm not R.Kiddie
playing with minors unless they're digging for gold treasure your purness its worth ten times platinum and dimonds in the rough be patient and allow your hot coal to morph into dry ice
leave the corner stop gambling your soul away with loaded dice
think twice before you jeopardize your kids and wife;
its a new millennium so watch for hidden criminals cause in the dark evil plots; but i'm here to shed some light on the scene smoke big green come vision a Blak Doctor's dream by any means necessary
