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 텔레비)

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»

«UH JIRUH!»

grilling 'ohjinguh'

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 your outta options

Now ya body parts have been left at a couple different Howard johnsons

I don’t got a conscious

I forgot my common sense

Popping off whenever I feel obligated

I’m just trying to make it

Not going to stop till they call 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