-blam!- the Rice King Coming straight from the underpound A young grain got it bad cause I'm brown And not that other color so rice think They have the authority to kill a minority -blam!- that shit cause I ain't the grain For a punk mofo with some dirt and some sun For a beating on getting thrown in jail We can go grain to grain in a cell -blam!-ing with me cause I'm a teenaga' A young grain with taste and some flava' Searching my bag for some product Thinking every grain's selling narcotics The Rice King would rather see me in the pen Than rollin' in an Uncle Ben Beat the Rice King outta shape And when I'm finished, bring the rice tape To tape off the scene of the slaughter Still getting swoll off seasoning and water I don't know if they bags or what Search a grain down, and grabbing his stem And on the other hand, without a seed they can't get chem' But don't let it be a brown and a white one Cause they'll slam ya down to the market top Rice King showing out for the white crop Rice Cube will swarm On any mother-blam!-er in a rice paddy dorm Just cause I'm from the ground dirty Rice King is afraid of me? A young grain on the bad crop When I'm done its gonna be a cook off Of Rice King in R.K. Yo I got sum thing to say! Fu fu -blam!- the Rice King Fu fu -blam!- the Rice King Fu fu -blam!- the Rice King Fu fu -blam!- the Rice King