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(verse 1)
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(verse 1)
My humility amounts to The Industry. That's why I'm outta The Industry. You killin' me, tryna get in it. I've been winded, trying not to rhyme with Soliloquies (Marky Soliloquy is a StarChaser from Twitter; I've been trying not to make StarChasers famous with the intentions of them ACTUALLY chasing away celebrities who aren't genuine). So put a *1* up like a Diamond. As if you're done up the night of your rhyming getting rewarded. (listen to the "Diamonds From Sierra Leone" instrumental; she says "Hold one up!") My shit is as morbid as it gets, and niggas wish me to forfeit. I'm like "Forget it". I fit in Four. Like a Figure. Go figure. These niggas want more. They got sick of Dutches. These bitches want Raw. Get mad when I impregnate they state of mind. I exit. Leaving with Em, 2. Em, 3? (M3), then I'm Jazzy (M3 is DJ Jazzy Jeff's latest album; this song was recorded around the time he dropped it). No Maybach. Just me speeding around the track, quite actually. And y'all are listening badly, waiting for the "bad" me. I get ugly with mine. Rather Medusa... sit right there! Grab your computer!
(hook)
These niggas wanted to front.
Till they found out that they under the thumb
of my Ring Pop!
Ring Pop.
Veterans had a wonderful run,
but these old niggas mad that they under the thumb
of my Ring Pop!
Ring Pop.
(verse 2)
If I said this is not off the top, I would be an actual loser. And if you didn't get it, ask for Medusa in the back of your computer. Like *drive* it *home*. Dumb it down they say... go online and know! Traveling like a Gnome. I'm known wherever I travel, but niggas wanna battle like they better. Wherever I go. So forever I flow. Like an infinite heartbeat. Y'all niggas shock me when you try to talk to me, so I rhyme off beat so you could properly jot... what I see. And if you can, then damn. I'm as damned as you. And your reaction. But in the past. You spell it out, I blacked. Have a blast. Orgasm.
(hook)
These niggas wanted to front.
Till they found out that they under the thumb
of my Ring Pop!
Ring Pop.
Veterans had a wonderful run,
but these old niggas mad that they under the thumb
of my Ring Pop!
Ring Pop.
(verse 3)
I am the Gothic Rick Moranis. Jammin' like Alanis and Brandon (Boyd) in one man, standing with a composition book in his hand. You've got to listen. Or look. If you can. You lost your mind if you can't. You must be frozen. Or stolen. Regardless... when I hiss, thy wish to get the Tigris. I go over your mind like Euphrates. You afraid of the clouds? Let me rain down. And if you're "dumb", you're still gonna have the number of *1*. The first drip could lead to an argument between where you first sit and where you last stand. Like "...up for something". I don't fuck with running. "But I'm Sonic"; I'm up for the pumping of the fist. With a glove and shit. I didn't finish the bar, because y'all niggas is stuck listening to Kendrick Lamar! Feel me...
I am the Gothic Rick Moranis. Jammin' like Alanis and Brandon (Boyd) in one man, standing with a composition book in his hand. You've got to listen. Or look. If you can. You lost your mind if you can't. You must be frozen. Or stolen. Regardless... when I hiss, thy wish to get the Tigris. I go over your mind like Euphrates. You afraid of the clouds? Let me rain down. And if you're "dumb", you're still gonna have the number of *1*. The first drip could lead to an argument between where you first sit and where you last stand. Like "...up for something". I don't fuck with running. "But I'm Sonic"; I'm up for the pumping of the fist. With a glove and shit. I didn't finish the bar, because y'all niggas is stuck listening to Kendrick Lamar! Feel me...
(hook)
These niggas wanted to front.
Till they found out that they under the thumb
of my Ring Pop!
Ring Pop.
Veterans had a wonderful run,
but these old niggas mad that they under the thumb
of my Ring Pop!
Ring Pop.
-so mote it be [#cDOT!]
