(Intro) (Sound of a heavy iron gate slamming)
(Yelling)
Ayy, man, shut the f*** up talking 'bout "morality" this, "ethics" that!
"Niccolò ain't 'bout this, Niccolò ain't 'bout that!"
You haven't even seen the Medici!
You haven't even been in the field with the mercenaries!
Man, stop playing with him!
BANG BANG! GLO!
(Chorus) These princes love Niccy! (HUH?)
Florence, Italy, yeah it's my city! (GLO!)
Better to be feared, man it’s gritty! (YAH!)
Keep a fox and a lion right with me! (BANG!)
The ends justify the means, yeah, I’m winning! (CHOP!)
Cesare Borgia, he my shooter, he grinning! (A-HA!)
The crown on my head, yeah, it’s spinning! (WHOO!)
I’m a ruler, boy, I’m just beginning! (SOSA!)
(Verse 1) Look—
A prince shouldn't have another aim or thought
Than the war and the rules that the ancients taught!
You’re too nice? Then the people gonna snake you
You’re too soft? Then the "opps" gonna break you!
I’m a fox in the trap, I see the snares, man
I’m a lion in the field, I give 'em scares, man!
Don't use mercenaries, yeah they faking for the check
I got my own army, put the blade to your neck! (BANG!)
Virtù over Fortune, yeah I’m taking the state
Medici family, put the crown on the plate!
I’m the architect, I’m the ruler, I’m the king
Machiavellian, yeah I’m doing my thing! (AYE!)
(Chorus) These princes love Niccy! (HUH?)
Florence, Italy, yeah it's my city! (GLO!)
Better to be feared, man it’s gritty! (YAH!)
Keep a fox and a lion right with me! (BANG!)
The ends justify the means, yeah, I’m winning! (CHOP!)
Cesare Borgia, he my shooter, he grinning! (A-HA!)
The crown on my head, yeah, it’s spinning! (WHOO!)
I’m a ruler, boy, I’m just beginning! (SOSA!)
(Verse 2) (Faster flow)
Fortuna is a woman, you gotta be aggressive!
Stay on the throne, yeah you gotta be successive!
Avoid being hated, but keep 'em in line
The state is my body, the power is mine!
I’m writing the blueprint, I’m making the map
If you ain't got power, then you're just a scrap!
One day you’re up, then the next you’re a ghost
I’m the Prince, man, I’m doing the most! (BANG!)
Ayy! (BANG! BANG!)
(Outro) (Bass continues to rattle)
Yeah.
The Prince.
1513.
Don't get it twisted.
Grim
