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 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
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 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