| «Halt, who goes yonder?»
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| «It is I, sire, Richard of Nottingham»
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| «Well, speak up man, what is it?»
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| «News from the east, sire, Rick the Ruler has returned!»
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| Scratches: Stop Lyin'!
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| Gather 'round party goers as if your still livin'
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| And get on down to the old Slick rhythm
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| Now this one here is called the Ruler my dear
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| It’s a mere party booster that will set things clear
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| It’s a hundred percent proof from champions of truth
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| And if you feel you need spirit I’ll bring back your youth
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| Relax your mind, and folks unwind
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| And be kind to a rhythm that you hardly find
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| And off we go, let the trumpets blow
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| Well hold on, because the driver of the mission is a pro
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| The Ruler’s back
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| Now in these times, well, at least to me
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| There’s a lot of people out here tryin' to sound like Ricky D
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| Not tryin' to cause trouble cause it’s really a small thing
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| But they’re bitin' what I’m writin'
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| God it’s great being the king
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| Some sound alright, but then they act illy
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| Try conquering my crown and that’s really very silly
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| Now I’m not the type that gets upset
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| Try to disrespect folks just to earn respect
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| But learn this fact, whether white or black
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| I can’t get conquered in my style of rap
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| For jealousy and envy are dumb ones' tools
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| So Ricky says nothing, he keeps his cool
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| Revenge is not a mission that the Ruler’s on
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| Just forgiveness required for the wrong that’s done
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| So off we go, let the trumpets blow
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| And hold on, because the driver of the mission is a pro
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| The Ruler’s back
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| Scratches: Hit it!
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| Now one day when I was chillin' at this outside jam
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| I seen folks havin' a ball and plus clappin' their hands
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| To beats of records that conquer the streets
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| Like Pee Wee Herman and Clubhouse Treats
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| Girls was chillin', boys rule as usual
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| The slacks, the golds, the rings, I hope I’m not confusin' y’all
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| But everyone in the house looks smashin'
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| Fresh clothes on their butts and nothing out of fashion
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| And just when you thought nothing couldn’t get better
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| A news flash concealed in a bright yellow letter
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| A kid ran up to the mike and said «Alert, hear this,»
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| Cleared his crummy throat and then began to persist
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| He said «Hallelujah, kids hear this
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| The Ruler’s back and he’s here to assist»
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| So off we go, let the trumpets blow
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| And hold on because the driver of the mission is a pro
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| The Ruler’s back
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| Scratches: Stop Lyin'! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Ruler's Back , by - Slick Rick. Song from the album The Great Adventures Of Slick Rick, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп