Bell Ringer
Yeah limited issue this could miss you if you wish to plead the fifth
I'm living to spit it a little bit if it is evident you been delivered a gift
Sophisticated with the fist, catch the fade
Swinging to eliminate anyone, any way, D.W.Y.C.K. with the lemonade
Anyway levitate; I might be filling this up on the litmus
Test with the villainous, I could deliver it
If you believing it, you be the reason it's finally the season
I'm letting it breathe and I
Hold up
Like Dilla we spittin' with donuts
I'ma be repping the Philippines. Show 'em we iller, Cebu to Manila we
Coming in peace, it's dripping right out of your cheeks
I'm watching the money increase with the public release of my rhymes on a beat
Feeling the freedom, to bite off the hand that be feeding 'em
Remember that I made you relevant I took you places that you should have never went
Kooky Shabang, I'm on my A-game
Top recruit; two shots to shoot if you improve your aim
TRUTH
Work the key, become the master of your freedom
Never have to ask permission and you never need a reason
Pull up, you got the green light - bust it if it seem like the
Right thing - got the clean sight - let it ring like:
Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding
Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding
Bobby Sakaki in the lobby, dog
Got in with the cloned FOB; product of the Drone God
Bros know the "code" of these streets lead 'em to amazon
Shifty like the condominium sands - you standin' on
Shaky ground, close to the edge, dead indigenous
F. eugenics, I give 'em the business from the genesis
Twenty one jump, never had a J to save me
Practiced on the cross, holy Roman chattel slavery
Chain gang, gang - hang ten - here go the main event
Channeling the flow of the ancient Mesopotamian, I'm
Scramblin the code of the sacred message of aliens
A transcribed text, verbatim: the death of Damien
A dirge for the deceased, gee - will you remember me
After all the numbing of the pain with gin and Hennesy
Heightened sensory perceiving hypersensitivity
Ignorance and innocence are tied inextricably
You with me, g? Holler if you're here to move the needle
Tear the root of evil out the shallow groove; it grew illegal
Who's a true believer; prove it to the people - do the distribution
Equally, or we will get what's due us non-peacefully
Mega Umesha in my prospects
Holder of a couple golden shiny metal objects
Setter of another dozen records at the contest
Post-game speech blew the speakers out the Fostex, yeah
Talk slick and as clever as a fox gets
Translator lost - shit was taken outta context
Deep fake; lip readers racin' out the complex
Come to find the head coach made a phony bomb threat, ha
Madhu Chedda what's the matter witcha?
Thought I had your data trackin betta
Shoulda been and bagged a win and had your signature affixed to the agreement
Now we Super-beefin - thru with workin' weekends, fuck it
Yo, Kooky Shabang, I'm on my A-game
Top recruit; two shots to shoot if you improve your aim
TRUTH
Work the key, become the master of your freedom
Never have to ask permission and you never need a reason
Pull up, you got the green light - bust it if it seem like the
Right thing - got the clean sight - let it ring like:
Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding
Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding
I'm living to spit it a little bit if it is evident you been delivered a gift
Sophisticated with the fist, catch the fade
Swinging to eliminate anyone, any way, D.W.Y.C.K. with the lemonade
Anyway levitate; I might be filling this up on the litmus
Test with the villainous, I could deliver it
If you believing it, you be the reason it's finally the season
I'm letting it breathe and I
Hold up
Like Dilla we spittin' with donuts
I'ma be repping the Philippines. Show 'em we iller, Cebu to Manila we
Coming in peace, it's dripping right out of your cheeks
I'm watching the money increase with the public release of my rhymes on a beat
Feeling the freedom, to bite off the hand that be feeding 'em
Remember that I made you relevant I took you places that you should have never went
Kooky Shabang, I'm on my A-game
Top recruit; two shots to shoot if you improve your aim
TRUTH
Work the key, become the master of your freedom
Never have to ask permission and you never need a reason
Pull up, you got the green light - bust it if it seem like the
Right thing - got the clean sight - let it ring like:
Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding
Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding
Bobby Sakaki in the lobby, dog
Got in with the cloned FOB; product of the Drone God
Bros know the "code" of these streets lead 'em to amazon
Shifty like the condominium sands - you standin' on
Shaky ground, close to the edge, dead indigenous
F. eugenics, I give 'em the business from the genesis
Twenty one jump, never had a J to save me
Practiced on the cross, holy Roman chattel slavery
Chain gang, gang - hang ten - here go the main event
Channeling the flow of the ancient Mesopotamian, I'm
Scramblin the code of the sacred message of aliens
A transcribed text, verbatim: the death of Damien
A dirge for the deceased, gee - will you remember me
After all the numbing of the pain with gin and Hennesy
Heightened sensory perceiving hypersensitivity
Ignorance and innocence are tied inextricably
You with me, g? Holler if you're here to move the needle
Tear the root of evil out the shallow groove; it grew illegal
Who's a true believer; prove it to the people - do the distribution
Equally, or we will get what's due us non-peacefully
Mega Umesha in my prospects
Holder of a couple golden shiny metal objects
Setter of another dozen records at the contest
Post-game speech blew the speakers out the Fostex, yeah
Talk slick and as clever as a fox gets
Translator lost - shit was taken outta context
Deep fake; lip readers racin' out the complex
Come to find the head coach made a phony bomb threat, ha
Madhu Chedda what's the matter witcha?
Thought I had your data trackin betta
Shoulda been and bagged a win and had your signature affixed to the agreement
Now we Super-beefin - thru with workin' weekends, fuck it
Yo, Kooky Shabang, I'm on my A-game
Top recruit; two shots to shoot if you improve your aim
TRUTH
Work the key, become the master of your freedom
Never have to ask permission and you never need a reason
Pull up, you got the green light - bust it if it seem like the
Right thing - got the clean sight - let it ring like:
Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding
Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding
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Writer(s): Ryan Abeo
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