Seven Rings

Yo. As soon as the bell rings call me Mr. Belding Or Mr. Big Bopper I'll make it a quick stoppage With the hand speed of a city pickpocket Like a stampede of nothing but Zangiefs I'm leading with arms swinging They all "Like what an award winning performance With a bizarre ending." Now the alarms ringing, visions darkening I hit 'em till they start seein the cartoon cardinals Mario stars spinning, I discarded all my battle bars till J came to New York So I started sharpening my knives, daggers, and bayonets And start slapping away until he pays respect I was made for the Main Event Go head and place your bets and see how insane it gets Now there's no need to explain the rest We letting the evidence show, never gets old Stick with my Heavenly Flow and give you one Hell of a show This shit is Elementary like it was L M N O P Likely I'll never let them get ahead of me Embed it till they never never never forget of me Are you getting me? (Come on man. Are they ready?) Well they better be On a different pedigree (Different Speed, methamphetamine's) In the streets we're developing (Till they see me on the T.V. (korean halmuni style) We run through New York with A squadron of Asians And it's not in our nature If it's not entertainment We don't want anything We go get everything Shit we go get Seven Rings We don't really wanna get caught Leaving Hip-Hop just as memory Fuck you mean do I really Rap?! Korean motherfucker with the flow Like old Jigga, deliver the whole show With the notion of blowing this whole shit up While bringing up my CULTURE with us I got old Koreans going "OH JUGUH JUGUH'"(get a load of this guy) "UH JIRUH!" (oh i'm getting dizzy) grilling 'ohjinguh' (squid) With a Soju! with an assortment of fruit to pick from! A million ways to die and you can pick one You convincin us to let you live is now not an option Now your outta options Now ya body parts have been left at a couple different Howard Johnsons I don't got a conscience I forgot my common sense Popping off whenever I feel obligated I'm just trying to make it Not going to stop till they callin my name Like I've been nominated I've been hired to take the beat And I beat it up properly When they see me They see the Beef and the Broccoli But when they hear me They hear the Big Pac in me They hear Hip-hop in me Oh the hypocrisy And now all I'm hearing is cheese and bologna But when they see me They see the bulgogi When I leave them sinking fast Hit them with the force of four kimchi slaps Just for thinking that We run through New York with A squadron of Asians And it's not in our nature If it's not entertainment We don't want anything We go get everything Shit we go get Seven Rings We don't really wanna get caught Leaving Hip-Hop just as memory

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