Artist: Bun B f/ Big K.R.I.T., T.I. Album: The Return of the Trill Song: Recognize Typed by: kirenamloh@msn.com [Chorus: Big K.R.I.T.] Bitch, recognize a king in yo' presence Everythang I touch turn to gold Rose pedals everywhere that I stroll Crown got the glow, chair creep up super slow like ("Popped up the trunk, dropped the top on the slab") ("Had ta act bad, had ta-had ta act bad") The chair creep up super slow like ("Popped up the trunk, dropped the top on the slab") ("Had ta act bad, had ta-had ta act bad") Bitch, recognize a king in yo' presence [Bun B] Well, my go-mode is instinctive Flow mode is infinite, ho mode is some pimpin shit Yeah, my word play is intricate Influence significant, motherfuckin magnificent And my influence is intrical Chasimatic essential, fuckin up your centrifugal With trill pumpin all through my ventricles Gladiators are sentinels, peep you through the peripherals I see you pussy niggaz out the opticals Catch yo' ass when it's optimal, light you up like an Optimo Got a little legal with a colossal flow Fadin me is impossible, fuck boy, so you gots ta go [Chorus] [Bun B] Bitch, I'm old school like an Acura Flip flows like a spatula, verses full of vernacular Creep up on ya like a tarantula Darker than Blacula, no speculation I'm spectacular And my insight is immaculate Name on me is so accurate, ho, you don't know the half of it We gon' send your homies some fraction shit When really doe, my tactics is deeper on some didactic shit I'm just out here tryin to educate Build you up mayne and elevate, lift you up 'til you levitate Expedite the shit up to a better rate Ignorance tend to hesitate, fuck it then we gon' let 'em wait [Chorus] [T.I.] Hustle meticulous, so concerned with particulars Hard as hell makin millions and still remain inconspicuous Bitches be so adventurous, they get wet when you mention us Even the white was there to hear 'bout it, they think of lynchin us Government plans, fencin us in, life in the pen For sellin shit you PUT in our hood, knowin I'll do it We desperate, starvin and dyin to eat, die in the street For a fraction of what I get now for a soundin fly on the beat Hmm, I'm the anomaly, honestly, you should honor me But how can I act like I'm the shit like wasn't no one in front of me? How can I not acknowledge all that Pimp and Bun had done for me? Okay, lesson fella: never ever disrespect the predecessor [Big K.R.I.T.] Bitch, recognize a king in yo' presence