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 seeing 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

Shit, I'll laugh at the face of death

And start slapping away until he paid 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

It 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 'em get ahead of me

Embed it till they never, never, never forget of me

Are you getting me?

Come on, man, are they ready?

Bro, they better be

On a different pedigree

Different speed, methamphetamines

In the streets we're developing

Till they see me on the Tele-V

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 gon' get everything

Shit, we go get seven rings

We don't really wanna get caught leaving hip-hop just as a 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 show shit up

While bringing up my culture with us

I got old Koreans

Going, "Oh juguh juguh, eojileo," grilling ojingeo with a soju

With an assortment of fruit to pick from

A million ways to die and you can pick one

You convincing us to let you live is now not an option

Now, you're outta options

Now, ya body parts have been left

At a couple different Howard Johnson's

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 calling 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 a memory