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King Isadore the Thinker

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A yo
I wanna take this time to introduce my new artist
King Theodore The Banker
The latest signee 
To Dumb Rappers Need Teaching Entertainment
Everyone put ya laughs together
While I chain him with this cubic zirconia masterpiece
To start his career off the right way
In debt 
Aye how come he ain't got a double cup right now
Yo bitch fix that shit
Yes sir
As I was saying congratulations to my newest artist! 
May ya sales be thru the roof so you can recoup the coupe
Matter of fact get on the mic

Hear ye
Hear ye
Hear me clearly
I never fear thee
Or thou
Tell me how
To bow to clowns
Indeed
I've been king
My whole life
Since 15
I've toast mics
But no dice on being a millionaire
At 25
A nigga rhymed out of his mind
But never would sign to a local tho
I've always thought global 
Plus this chip on my shoulder oh 
Won't allow me to be called 
another man's artist
When this god given talent
And hours in the darkness
Intricately articulating
Thoughts to flows
To differentiate my techniques
From all of those 
Who don't respect emceeing
Only have thoughts of gold
And strippers who lust semen
To get off the pole
I walked a road solo
Didn't need to sign local
For studio time 
Or glossy 8x10 photos
Cause I don't know bro
That man pays for your beats
The food that you eat
And legally has you on a leash
So I'm lost on how you a boss
When you were forced to wear that outfit
Album been done two years
Ain't put it out yet
Another mix tape
Another mistake
Another fifth grade attempt
To get rich
From a birdbrain CEO 
Who don't know shit
About emceeing, DJ'ing
Graffiti and breaking
That's what we call a Culture Vulture
Word to professor Damon Dash
Who taught the class on independence
That's why I have to fucking laugh
At these independent rappers
Who really get smacked up
By they CEO's
When they get the heart to ask for more cheerios 
But then get on these records
Talking about all of these weapons
And how if they ever feel threatened
They shooting in a millisecond
But when it comes to contracts hmm
They went dyslexic 
Plus you a junkie
They feed you lean and pills
For breakfast 
Combined with ya 3rd grade education 
And you thinking that you banking
When you signed away ya life
What we're you thinking

Don't let them eat off of you
Or the art you pour your heart into
Take the game from me
Don't be a fool
Og's showed us the way
And what to do

My nigga... what the f*ck was that
You disrespecting me and my company that I'm the muthafucking CEO of
Nigga, you ain't thankful I pay ya bills and feed you meals
Iced out ya neck and chromed ya wheels
You think you better than everybody. 
Well this piece of paper says you my artist so I own you! 
Tell ya bitch to come get on my lap I'm the man of ya house
Now shut the f*ck up and rap

Industry rule no 4082
Never trust a nigga with diamonds in a tailored suit
Smiling in ya face like sign this 
And we family dude
He ain't even hiding that he slimy 
And what he plan to do
This ain't the, 60's 70's and 80's 
You crazy!
You want my masters and publishing
Damn
You hate me
You trying to rake me 
For the fruits of my labor
For small potatoes
All I have is my word and my balls 
I can't break em 
Plus endless flawless bars you can't take em
Eagle eyes for details
Nah you can't snake em
I think I'm Dame Dash 
If he how to rap
Master P 
If he would've did his thing 
On boom bap
Cause true facts 
I move at the pace 
God designed 
It's probably hardship 
I could've skipped
Signing the dotted line
But this Don Shit 
That I'm with 
Can't be sodomized 
Like Beans said 
My brother you ain't qualified 
To skim a penny from a emcee
Who really is a artist
So ya capitalist interest 
Ain't my target
From rap I don't need ten cents
To wade the waters
In Caribbean humidity
Nigga I'm Izzy Carter
I've always been part of
Something thugs and squares can't understand 
How to be stubborn as f*ck
And maintain the upper hand 
The puppet masters uncomfortable 
Cause they can't f*ck with bro
Ain't in ya pockets 
Don't wanna f*ck ya hoes
You can't control me

I'm on my King Shit 
This all I know
I'm on my Don shit 
This how I roll
I am an artist 
Who has control
Just trust the process
And hold ya own
I'm on my King Shit 
This all I know
I'm on my Don shit 
This how I roll
I am an artist 
Who has control
Just trust the process
And hold ya own
I'm on my King Shit 
This all I know
I'm on my Don shit 
This how I roll
I am an artist 
Who has control
Just trust the process
And hold ya own
I'm on my King Shit 
This all I know
I'm on my Don shit 
This how I roll
I am an artist 
Who has control
Just trust the process
And hold ya own

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