(soldier)
I write quickly, my stone knife swiftly sliced fifty/
Emcees in a second, then I pass the rock like Mike Bibby/
To ron, who met a hater, my boy rocked the bitch/
Shot three in his face, like Peja Stojackovic (sto-yock-a-vitch)/
I'm a murderer, my b-bop style could hardly be sought/
I'm a veteran in my post like Vlade Divac/
The starters that leak lead into freak heads so creep ahead/
Bringin' color into the circle like C-Webb, except you'll see red/
You'll be dead, but not me, your slug missed me/
You're off and on, if I'm off the bench, I'm on like Doug Christie/
Verbally Spartacus, Artists get torched by the arsonist/
Now let's see how the court jester's dick fits your esophagus/
Punchin' your jaw, so we hit the glass just like a fuckin' bank-in/
Me and sharp the best in the west, read our division rankin'/
Shankin' the opposition 'cause we bomb that ass when we on/
Your run is over motherfuckas, better pass the baton/

Hook:
The Kings have returned, talk shit emcees'll get burned/
We leave 'em in urns, the lesson is so easily learned/
Rhymes like jagged blades, you know we rippin' with these/
Toxic spits, we talk sick like our lips is diseased/

(ron sharp)
I'm spillin' this shit and killin' 'em quick with villainous scripts/
Vinidictive lyricist inflictin' sickenin' hits/
Just remember, ron and soldier burn pretenders to embers/
Dismember contenders from New Year's Day to December/
Man we relentless with writes, this is a pre-emptive strike/
When we presentin' this might your best defense is to hide/
So let the battle begin, crack-a-fella deployin' the troops/
Destroy other crews, we standin' at the top enjoyin' the view/
You're in the presence of gods, mere mortals tremble in fear/
It's clear the upper tier of ill emcees assemble in here/
And we realler than real, concealin' the steel/
We killin' at will and leavin' opposition feelin' the chill/
Ain't nob0dy can touch us, not one of you motherfuckas/
When sharp and soldier bring the ruckus every one of ya duck us/
But all playin' aside, ya best get out the way if you're wise/
And pray for your fuckin' lives 'cause the Kings have arrived/

Hook:
The Kings have returned, talk shit emcees'll get burned/
We leave 'em in urns, the lesson is so easily learned/
Rhymes like jagged blades, you know we rippin' with these/
Toxic spits, we talk sick like our lips is diseased/