Chosen One by M Dymez Lyrics
Verse
I tell em long live the King
I tell em long live the King
I tell em long live the King
I won me my ring
Making winning look like it’s not a thing
It’s not a win
Unless you see me bring the hardware home under my wing
All fingers covered in bling
Rushmore, needs to make room, for one more
There’s someone missing
I am the shit
Won’t stop till my face on the side of that cliff
I’ll fight to the death
Not satisfied with second best
Just wanna hang with my friends
Promise I’ll come home
I swear that I’ll leave right at 6 and be back at 11 PM (23:00)
Military time, don’t make me say it again
Lakers and Knicks can go suck on my dick
Man I’m going back to the land
Familiar faces in the stands
I’m going back to my fans
Back where there’s unfinished plans
Back to the city I know like the back of my hand
The places that raised me and made me a man
The back of my mind filled with crazy demands
Pray for me man
I’ll push myself way past limits now watch me go Super Saiyan
Who are you chasing?
Is what they ask me and I tell ‘em a "ghost,"
It ain’t been done, ever before
Walk in my kingdom and slip on my robe
Kick off my slippers and sit on my thrown
I am the King of the give and the go
The pick and the roll
Give it to me in the post
I guess I could kind of work on my freethrows
If we're nit picking but that shit's getting old
My defense is second to none when I do give a fuck
Man the playoffs is what matters most
Sue me if I coast
The regular season’s a breeze and the seeding means nothing at all
Who gives a fuck what I do in the fall
I’ll finish 8 seed and still sweep up them all
You can keep having your doubts, bitch
You can keep running your mouth, Skip
But I will still show up to every podium
After the game in my outfits
Just know that I’m all about ships
And not the type that you sail on
You can keep calling me a failure
Continue to say I'm a traitor
But that makes you sound like hater
Anyway, why do you give a fuck about my legacy?
You really think the league will find a better me?
Please!
I got enemies from every team
I am a dynasty, I’m a regime
I am half alien and half machine
A locomotive with a full head of steam
Doing things that your mind cannot even conceive
I am impressive
You might say I'm passive aggressive
But I know I'm destined to be
The G-O-A-T
That’s exactly what I’ll achieve
Fuck MVPs
4 is enough
Plus you already know what I bring to the league
Since I was 19
Finger roll lay ups pretty as can be
Hook shots like Kareem
I shake off the haters like my nickname’s the Dream, Hakeem
Tomahawk dunks that you may wanna see
Buzzer beating threes
Magic is Magic
And Michael is Michael
So I will be me
No comparisons needed
Pledged loyalty to the game
Yet you still feel the need to debate my allegiance
Man
I tell 'em long live the king
I am the chosen one
I ain’t got to prove a thing
Already proved everything
And everyone wrong
I tell 'em long live the king then I’m gone
I tell em long live the King
I tell em long live the King
I tell em long live the King
I won me my ring
Making winning look like it’s not a thing
It’s not a win
Unless you see me bring the hardware home under my wing
All fingers covered in bling
Rushmore, needs to make room, for one more
There’s someone missing
I am the shit
Won’t stop till my face on the side of that cliff
I’ll fight to the death
Not satisfied with second best
Just wanna hang with my friends
Promise I’ll come home
I swear that I’ll leave right at 6 and be back at 11 PM (23:00)
Military time, don’t make me say it again
Lakers and Knicks can go suck on my dick
Man I’m going back to the land
Familiar faces in the stands
I’m going back to my fans
Back where there’s unfinished plans
Back to the city I know like the back of my hand
The places that raised me and made me a man
The back of my mind filled with crazy demands
Pray for me man
I’ll push myself way past limits now watch me go Super Saiyan
Who are you chasing?
Is what they ask me and I tell ‘em a "ghost,"
It ain’t been done, ever before
Walk in my kingdom and slip on my robe
Kick off my slippers and sit on my thrown
I am the King of the give and the go
The pick and the roll
Give it to me in the post
I guess I could kind of work on my freethrows
If we're nit picking but that shit's getting old
My defense is second to none when I do give a fuck
Man the playoffs is what matters most
Sue me if I coast
The regular season’s a breeze and the seeding means nothing at all
Who gives a fuck what I do in the fall
I’ll finish 8 seed and still sweep up them all
You can keep having your doubts, bitch
You can keep running your mouth, Skip
But I will still show up to every podium
After the game in my outfits
Just know that I’m all about ships
And not the type that you sail on
You can keep calling me a failure
Continue to say I'm a traitor
But that makes you sound like hater
Anyway, why do you give a fuck about my legacy?
You really think the league will find a better me?
Please!
I got enemies from every team
I am a dynasty, I’m a regime
I am half alien and half machine
A locomotive with a full head of steam
Doing things that your mind cannot even conceive
I am impressive
You might say I'm passive aggressive
But I know I'm destined to be
The G-O-A-T
That’s exactly what I’ll achieve
Fuck MVPs
4 is enough
Plus you already know what I bring to the league
Since I was 19
Finger roll lay ups pretty as can be
Hook shots like Kareem
I shake off the haters like my nickname’s the Dream, Hakeem
Tomahawk dunks that you may wanna see
Buzzer beating threes
Magic is Magic
And Michael is Michael
So I will be me
No comparisons needed
Pledged loyalty to the game
Yet you still feel the need to debate my allegiance
Man
I tell 'em long live the king
I am the chosen one
I ain’t got to prove a thing
Already proved everything
And everyone wrong
I tell 'em long live the king then I’m gone