Feels So Natural To Be King

Sapient...I am the Letterhead
People are always sayin', in all my pictures and shit
It doesn't look like my head is made out of letters
You gotta see me in person, check it

Sapient:
I'm so dishonest, how could I ever make Honest Racket?
Yo, it's easy, like a wand does magic
I never brought it back
I just heard rhythm and played along to rat's claws
As they scurried across the attic
Then all the bass hits make
Paint chips fall and land on my mattress
And also in my laundry basket
But it feels so natural, to be king
Below the kitchen feel the producin' room explode
When that kick makes ripples in your soup you'll know
That monster makin' the floor move is the studio
Tied down to the train tracks chewin' through the rope
Puttin' a needle on wax, via mechanical arm
Releasin' all the good and bad in my heart
And it feels so natural, to be king