Bow Down to the King Songtext
von Daniel Rustage

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They know I′m the greatest, Caesar
I'm at your neck hanging rats like I′m Peter
Leader, top of my block like it's Giza
Break every article they know my name in Geneva

Call me the Sun King
My shit will burn up your speakers
Scorched earth, I leave nothing but ash
And I be giving no fucks like I'm Mother Teresa

Sargon, first to the empire like Akkadians
If you chatting shit I′ll block you out like I was Hadrian
I fly so Wright like Avians
Vladimir I′m impalin 'em
So, Coast to coast I′m making dough we go Meditеrranean


Justice
Fathering shit likе I'm Charlemagne
I bring the Musket
Treat ′em like Lincoln they got no brains
They call me Rustage
When you refer to me add "the great!
They want to act like queens then I guess I'll be Henry 8th

Frederick
I fought for seven years they respect it
Death wish
I bring the horde with me like I′m Genghis
Venice
Blind like Enrico they ineffective
They don't get the Ramses treatment 'cause they haven′t sed shit

Worshipping my name like I′m a god
They saying Hallelujah
They get in my way
I Freeze a rapper in his tracks, Medusa
HMS Invincible
I'm feeling like a battle cruiser
If my skill was wealth
I crash economies like Mansa Musa


Bow down to the king (yeah)
Bow down to the king (yeah)
Bow down to the king
Step to the throne
Then you′re not gonna win (yeah)

Bow down to the king (yeah)
Bow down to the king (yeah)
Bow down to the king
They want to fight
Let the battles begin (yeah)

'Cause they thought we forgot
Single minded monophonic like Gregorian chants
Got ′em lining up like Nicholas they mortally shot
Like glorious art
I'm cutting to the point like the Gordian Knot

Your audience sucks
Another battlefield is just a walk in the park
No cause for alarm
Their egos like the Wall of Jericho how they falling apart
All these other fucking rappers my Praetorian guards

Sulieman they know my shit is magnificent
I bring two swords Maharana no wax work
They only fuck with each other
That′s why all the shit that they make ends up looking like Habsburgs

Turn a fool to a demon like Nobunaga
Fire big rounds like the table of King Arthur
They be chatting madness I kick 'em like it's Sparta
Signing albums autographing charters like the Magna Carta

Bow down to the king (yeah)
Bow down to the king (yeah)
Bow down to the king
Step to the throne
Then you′re not gonna win (yeah)

Bow down to the king (yeah)
Bow down to the king (yeah)
Bow down to the king
They want to fight
Let the battles begin (yeah)

Bow down to the king (yeah)
Bow down to the king (yeah)
Bow down to the king
Step to the throne
Then you′re not gonna win (yeah)

Bow down to the king (yeah)
Bow down to the king (yeah)
Bow down to the king
They want to fight
Let the battles begin (yeah)