[Verse 1]
Now this is a track about the culture of kings
The positive lifestyle and respect that it brings
Whether you drop dope raps or you're a lyrical learner
If you just started bombing or you doing a burner
Whether you [?]
If you can't break dance and you can truly flex
Skills is the key as I unlock the door
You'll understand what I mean when I school you a little more
We all started from scratch, you could say we were toys
But we kept with the elements and changed to b-boys and b-girls
Who bombed [?] through our chosen expression
As we approach the future, have we got any lessons
To pass on the kids to ensure it keeps growing?
Twenty years of hip hop, just make sure it's still going
Until it's taught in schools and respected worldwide
And the rednecks claim that rock and roll's died
[Chorus]
Now it's my turn, my turn
And I am concerned about idiots posing as kings
[Verse 2]
What do we mean when we claim to be real?
Is it hardcore respect or commerical appeal?
It's a tragedy all these rappers concerned about a hit
With their plastic-sounding beats and their raps are total shit
It's a tragedy how many DJs don't even do their cuts
With their MPC production and their corny singing sluts
Worst thing is the killers who never shot a gun
I'll bet fifty in a rumble, they're the first blokes to run
Disappear like Hammer, you can't touch this microphone
Get out of my face, mate, and leave this mic alone
Is the money the only thing you're ever worried about?
I'd rather have my pride and true hip hop clout
Than your bank account Benzs and your air-headed bitches
'Cause you can't buy props, not with all the world's riches
So pull your heads in and tone down your egos
And you overrated DJs should check how Debris flows
[Chorus]
Now it's my turn, my turn
And I am concerned about idiots posing as kings
[Verse 3]
Hip hop's come a long way; for Australia, it's just begun
To penetrate the masses, yet, our work is not done
The ABC and Triple J, they both neglect us
The print media and pop radio, they still reject us
Most of the critics in this country, they won't accept us
And the gangsta rap mentality is trying to infect us
I won't stand for that, I'll point 'em in the right direction
United, we'll be stronger in our quest for rhyme perfection
'Til we get the respect we now surely can hand
And the negative stereotypes are all put in remand
Is it too much to ask for some more airtime
So the hardcore heads can all speak their mind?
And all sorts of topics which affect our youth
You only need to look at schools to see my proof
'Cause everyone's wearing Nikes and those baggy jeans
But not many know what hip hop culture really means
[Chorus]
Now it's my turn, my turn
And I am concerned about idiots posing as kings
Now it's my turn, my turn
And I am concerned about idiots posing as kings
[Outro]
Posing as kings
Posing as kings
Posing as kings, posing as kings
Posing as kings, posing as kings
Posing as kings, posing as kings
Posing as kings, posing as kings