Текст песни Seven Rings - YEAR OF THE OX

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
(Shit I'll laugh at the face of Death)
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