-Chorus- Every King was ah pawn, tryinna tame what I'm on, pow wows on ya lawn. We multiplying, many children been born. Did da Cabbage patch kids, pow wows on ya lawn. -repeat- 1st Verse Man, I take off on ah track like ah wild Mustang. Gitty up on beat fam, let my nuts hang. Ain't ah squirrel in da world dat can take dem shits from. Watch me transform, bumble bee, bars deeped in honey. Wise goat, salt and pepper goe t grew on me. jumped off alot bridges wit no bungy chord on me. That's when I found out I could fly, like dem hawks I see soaring. On da porch in da mornings sippin coffee wit my woman. Saw Jack and Gill on dat hill, I wonder why dey ran from me. I got dat water dat dey lookin for, told em I be flowing. Acres feeled with lighin bugs, that's how I be glowin. Ain't ah bomb squad can shut me off, watch, I'm exploding. Ain't no detonator, make it happen like ah instagator. Tryin not to loose my cool, can't unplug the refrigerator. Gotta keep dat shit on, every king was ah pawn. You can't tame what I'm on, pow wows on ya lawn. Man I push dis music, like tipping cows on da farm, American Indian, fam, Ah child of da corn. We multiplying, many children been born. Did da Cabbage patch kids, pow wows on ya lawn. -Chorus- Every King was ah pawn, tryinna tame what I'm on, pow wows on ya lawn. We multiplying, many children been born. Did da Cabbage patch kids, pow wows on ya lawn. -repeat- 2nd Verse I'ma Shaman, antisocial, hybernatin, meditatin. Wake em up like da smell of bacon, taste da bars I'm cookin. watch it sizzle fam, grease poppin, niggas get to lookin. Drewl on dey mouth, extra smothered nigga, Waffle house. I'ma mountain lion untamed, fuck ah mighty mouse. Grew up playin in da woods, climbing through da trees, fuck keepin ya clothes clean, I was jumpin in da leaves. Slap boxing, karate choppin blowin my knoes on my sleeve. Told dem niggas beat it wit da zippers on my jacket, moonwalking Michael Jackson, light da bowl den I pass it, tip toe through da traffic, nigga only bumbin classics. Walkin through this Maze wit Happy Feelins in da air. Where Im from, the smell of the grill always in da air. Blues playin, Cabaretin, spades hands, live bands. On some Bob Marley jammin, off da ropes, body slam it. Fuck dey cameras bein canded. this is MADHATTA landing. Like ah titalwave, drownin em, no matter what dey title say. middle finger up, fuck what dey gotta say. We multiplying, many children been born. Did da Cabbage patch kids, pow wows on ya lawn.