More Than Gold

考え方の違い Bronze Nazareth 最高の集いを 今 I'm a king with no rings, but we can box in one I'm toxic, spun off the marksman epiglottis Ex-robbers, vile toting, swinging totem pole Cobra ax flow, niggas spinning jacks slow Government remote control, my brain power Rain shower, man and gods, what's the odds Even I'm wrong, I'm still right, get large Seven Wise, hitman, hit squad, dip bars In golden jars, I speak a sunshine flow Stir a drumline slow, like gumbo (yo) My music testifies, and if it's not five mics It's at least ten dimes Throw a rope up to God, maybe you'll climb this high In the tree house, I'm tree'd out, speak about Something, to think about a bleed out Flee to my house, hold a tree to my mouth Inhale, it's brain tsunami Hope your chain and all your property Is enough to keep you, on top of the water Shallow niggas sink deep, and there's sharks in the water Who run the soundboards, from here to abroad While ya'll niggas sleep as if the Lord had called, uh 最高のマイグレーションを今みんなでお聞きにしている そう 次は (yeah) Royal Fam 代表 Timbo King (yeah, that's 俺) 考え方の違いよ Yo, Bronze, you gonna get a gold medal on this one Yo, Kruger, I got my thinking cap on, listen Look, I will murk you, Holmes I'm Muhammad Ali, I will hurt you Holmes You ain't nice as hell, you a Comic View rapper You should write for Chappelle (こんにちは bitches!) Let's spit the pie fucking three ways Now we got enough gwop up to pay DJ's Punch rappers, blood in they mouth, sell it on eBay Niggas got G5's now up in the PJ's Wanna pull wool over eyes, go get a sheep And the G's shall inherit the streets over police Cop jars on that white widow, write it on a memo Internet thugs, they get thrown outta they windows Fight club, I grab mics with Nike gloves Inside night pubs, we smash light bulbs I break niggas up like glass dishes, I'm past vicious Before I bury your ass, any last wishes? Dry ice, I'm rockin' your man into fried rice Fucking with Bo, you could die twice The game is fixed, they pulled the same tricks on Zab Hop outta cabs, right in front of Saks Fifth Ave Fuck Bloomberg, new law, marrying fags You should get a job in Pathmark, carrying bags Spit hotter than a day in Nevada, with a mink on Father, slash corporate, without the pink on (looks like baby) Ya'll dudes got a problem And I ain't talking 'bout mathematics and his album I'm famous amongst the streets in all projects The Black Rick Rubin when I'm putting out a project See me on Canal, plus cursing in my sentence Smiling, Medicaid paid for the dentist A dollar goes a long way from spending pennies Might wind up broke surrounded by them gimme's Loose ball, you can chirp, you can Boost call Shots rain out, from the top of the roof, ya'll Smoke screen, I smoke green, light a Dutch up (ok) Geez, what's up? I'm Cold Blooded, Rick James, up in my veins Hurricane, hurry, wind done flooded Besides the shows, online sales, and features I've made more money this year than teachers I hit the smoke stacker like my bitch's battered Pipes shatter like pipe dreams, splatter your gray matter When things get rough, pull something from my sleeve Longer than Joker gun, keep hope alively With a smoking gun, I dissipate Eclipse cigarette Escape and scrape the Fishscale straight, move the plate High maneuvers, blue street pie for dinner Consider a sinner, simmer my lines like roaches' shimmer Leftover breadwinner, alive in dead winter Since my placenta had adventure grammar My wild life is trife like arachnids trapped in amber No one can shit on these schemes with pitiful means Put you on the hospital beams, and audible screens My possible scam, a sonogram of modern man Harbor, G. Carver plans, why do we sit in stands?