I'm a hired assasin Look at 'em all high'ed up and laughing Oh, they can sense I'm here, help me re-imagine I'm ten paces away, he in that royal chair reclined I'm here to take over the empire state of mind Ace of spades liquor, lemon pepper wings Chronic lit up, candle flicker, dinner for the king Concubines behind the strippers as I enter I paint myself into the picture Paint over the Maybach with a Fisker The throne is for the taking, I whisper Zip up or I'm leaving, ten Jesus pieces richer The curtain comes down, a hush comes over the crowd I tell 'em I run this town, there's no church in the wild It's just the youth in me, what would you do if you was me? To think they had diplomatic immunity Truthfully we started from the bottom, now we here What's the problem? Oh, the problem is you got nightmares of the bottom Cups full of Ciroc, cuban cigar box The Basquiat paintings start to watch The room is half dark, the king summons the royal guards But they turn on him and decide to pass the torch I looked at his crown and noticed the shit was off, it was false There was an ''F' on it and the ''F'' stood for fraud He drops his fork as the mandate from heaven falls His record shady, he governed by martial law Your dynasty is no more, you assasinated what made it pure You're now face to face with the state of the art As the band plays the last drums, the choir have sung His final words: ''live fast, die young'' - done As we overthrow the king and we dump him in the back When the cops approach be like ''Yo, it's deeper than rap'' And in the midst of the upheaval I shapeshift back into the voice of the people You gotta be brave if you wanna change the game They confuse hate with love Fuck it, I hate it, I love it You gotta be brave if you wanna change the game They confuse hate with love Fuck it, I hate it, I love it, I'm insane Damn, it feels good to be a gangster All these rap-rap-rappers are in danger