Crown Me King Video (MV)

Yeah yeah
Five Steez (War for Peace)... The Five Star MC
Big up to the legends
I'm in the building (Kingston)
I want my respect (Yardcore)
Yow

Let me perform at the Apollo for the fame
Back on my grind, not a dollar to my name
Felt like I was done with this but yo, I'm running shit
Without a producer, a label or a publicist
Team management got caught trafficking
Packages of cannabis, time to handle this
The hardships of an independent artiste
My appetite too big for the local market
I start this revolution for better music
Hip Hop from Jamaica as if you never knew it
All-out warfare for some recognition
Dropping clever writtens over heavy rhythms
On the radio, I don't hear my record spinning
Just garbage music, that's why I never listen
Yeah, I see the system but I don't go through
Cause I don't feel you and I don't know you

I don't need the watch, just gimme my props
And I'll represent till my city on top
I'm used to hate, appreciate the love
Still watch for snakes that wanna take my blood
Around the town, saying they down with him
When things slow up, they not around again
Against all odds but I'm bound to win
Was once a slave, now you crown me king

You know my steelo, Five Steezo
Rewind my lines, it's like Tivo slash Vevo
Classic, like Ree-bo to the K
Five mics, most rappers zero anyway
Yow, the highest caliber, I rap algebra
Snap into character, black out like Africa
Rock crowds, Metallica, knock out a challenger
Mic handler, moving people like traffickers
I don't see why niggaz think they rap real nice
I can't relate, I don't know what wack feels like
They told me bout it, the track seemed tight
Heard it for myself, they flat screen light
I drop words like film, burn herbs in a kiln
With the gods, I build, keep the earth on tilt
Represent the essence till I'm in the dirt
Less than 10 percent heed my lessons and my work

I don't need the watch, just gimme my props
And I'll represent till my city on top
I'm used to hate, appreciate the love
Still watch for snakes that wanna take my blood
Around the town, saying they down with him
When things slow up, they not around again
Against all odds but I'm bound to win
Was once a slave, now you crown me king

When my back's to the wall, I don't quiver
I trust no bitch, depend on no nigga
I been there when they turn to ghost figures
So I learned to make my dolo mo bigger
I been up and down, still underground
People wonder how this Jamaican dude
Making moves, across the seas, they download MP3's
Awaiting the arrival of the MC Steez

I don't need the watch, just gimme my props
And I'll represent till my city on top
I'm used to hate, appreciate the love
Still watch for snakes that wanna take my blood
Around the town, saying they down with him
When things slow up, they not around again
Against all odds but I'm bound to win
Was once a slave, now you crown me king

Now you crown me king
Yeah
Five Steez
Main Source... Damien... Wallabee
Kingston, Jamaica... Yardcore Hip Hop
Live and direct
Representing the true school... the essence
War for Peace... yeah