RONDO (feat. Powa Tripp)
King Madi & Type1ne
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As I open up on the mic, this shit therapy You should really beware of me I'm Powa Tripp, none of you rappers can reverse my polarity On my Indie in this rap game like I'm a Cherokee You should quit with your heresy Your persona a parody F*ck a parrot, you parakeet Yeah, bird boys I hear you caw, think you cold? Just know you can get thawed out! Best watch who you call out, it should have been for your momma I'm TMT with the drama Really, if that's what you wanna call it? I walk it like I talk it, so I can tell when a foe is crawling Bear with me, I'm steady mauling With lyrics, I stay assaulting The weight that I carry, I swear they'll never come close to hauling Not even with construction equipment, open your ears and listen! From the depths I have risen, you can't deny my existence My punchlines be hitting something like Sonny Liston (Bip!) Forrest Gump, cross-country, I'ma go the distance (Tripp!) Rap is my reality, I'm not chasing the dream This a casualty, I'm chalk outlining the beat PT the Type of 1ne that's second to none, You done heard it from the Pharaoh, now let Kingdom Come, bitch! Yo, I'm a pro with the condescending Oppositions get clocked and witness the top position It gets hard to listen to an artists' shit when It's constantly clouded by the sound of shitting Rappers bite like apples, but they don't compare Make 'em fall like stocks, 'cause this flow I don't share Do you really wanna go there? Getting on beats, not keeping up with the snares I keep 'em aware, sliding on the beat like Ribsticks Give you bitter and sweet like prison visits Y'all more useless than an appendix Have them features, still can't tell the difference I'm like, are they okay, yo? (Ahh!) I think they all K.O.'d (Ahh!) Aristotle and Socrates know I don't Plato (Ahhh!) These rappers are fun to eat, but I don't PlayDough Who would have thought I'd hurt so many feelings rapping 'bout mayo? King Worked hard for all the shit that looks easy, excuse me Take you to the beach, bump Weezy where it's breezy She always gotta tease me, came fast best believe me In the speedlift bumping Heavy got two shorties in the Bentley Gently, tell me why they don't accept me? But who's snapping on your track except me? Don't tempt me, got the answers like Jeopardy Tackle the game like I'm strumming in some rugby Funny feet, dropping tips, straight undies Smoking joints with that mango cut (?) Bitches used to call me ugly, damn I wrote this shit in the condo If I make a play, I run it back like I'm Rondo With my arm blown, city I'm from is Toronto Pot smoke in the section, Type1ne bitch you guessed it And them opps see me, but they can't catch me, must've missed 'em Crushing Simpsons, this the fucking life I'm living If I told you straight up dawg, you'd say I'm fucking kidding On a mission to slam the ball into the end zone with conviction Yeah, that ball be seeing green, they want a real emcee I'm not even ranked on no list like ENC These opportunities talking to me Bitch it's T-Y-P-E-1-N-E
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Written by: King Madi & Type1ne, Ashton Hight, Michael Choma
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