Listen to Back in the Ring (feat. M. Tarver) by Datin

Back in the Ring (feat. M. Tarver)

Datin

Hip-Hop/Rap

134 Shazams

Lyrics

I'm constantly asked at interviews, ey Datin Would you ever consider getting back into the ring? You must wanna see it happen (Uhh ohh) So here we go I don't care if I'm mentioned on your bogus list I know they won't admit The poems that I wrote are just to hard for them to understand These bars will go over kids heads They cannot decipher the message or decode my disc For those of you who do not know the kid and know this Is a vocalist that focuses on composing the dopest scripts Making sure that every note is stitched and interwoven with The Holy Ghost Jehovah sent, I'm bold and no I won't relent The flow is lit like a stogus spliff and a smokers lips And cold as Nova Scotia is, these codes are hit like Hogan's fists Lyrically I'm known to flip like a Hulk and rip My foes to bits when I approach this with ferociousness Electrifying it's like when the son of Oden lifts his Hammer high in the sky so a couple lightning bolts can hit And jolt the tip, that is as high as my voltage is The molten pits of lava ain't as hot, you will get roasted quick You would think I rolled a spliff took a toke and hit But no, I'm the soberest lyricist that you know, it's just With this pen I'm a Jedi It's like when Yoda lifts a bolder with his Mind above your head, when I let go your squished I got a bone to pick with these posers, I told em' quit Bounce like a pogo stick, homie just hit the road and dip (Huh) Disappear kinda like a hocus pocus trick This one's yours but that's over with, you and I cannot co-exist I'm aiming at your top 50 Sending shots quickly like the finger Wrapped around the trigger on the Glock's itchy Back in my day your albums would've got frisbee That trash would get ejected and thrown at at mach sixty No they would not diss me cause they know who my clique be We will make em' chopped mincemeat and we'll back em' hot crispy With the rhymes that these Monster Inc. no it's not Disney It's GOM and I rep to my coffin, drop six feet Now speaking of getting back into the ring I brought somebody with me And he's very familiar with the ring It's just a different type of ring Hey Master Tarver Talk to em' Hazardous vocabulary attacks I'm prepared to detach and bury Your cast and leave your area thrashed It's scary in fact fairly compact bust and flame Have you been quiet, what's my name, I'll take you there if you ask I'm the Christian version of Kendrick working your Central Nervous System with verbiage vicious to stir mentally Worship the Savior Purge from the Virgin Mary the way the worship Carries inertia barely could work and preserve and carry The Earth is very flat and the surface barely overts and marry's the Work compared when the Word I'm fairly certain a barely search will disturb the narrative I'm a verbal mercenary with words to carry a certain heritage Rappers with gun bars but really they lack the ammunition Examine your plan and mission They hand him a stand and listen, you wouldn't jump When they're coloading all your clips in the Canon, when you fire it sound like a little pop And rap is a part of me Imagine you start to see the Master the God in me The past isn't hard to see I put the fake behind me and I Don't ever wanna look back at the Cardi B They do anything for the clout, the push is amazing We turn to this industry plants, it's pushing up daisies It's too many snakes in the garden, I use mumble rappers to fertilize When I verbalize you get burned alive These verses disperse will work in the church if it sermonize Disturbing a certain serpent whose work is commercialized Came to the Earth and burst in a curse so the Earth will die Savior asserted pain and He came to the Earth to die, sacrifice In the afterlife to this real God like a spit like I'm Titanic These rappers a Lil Yatchy Uhh, you know the Titanic sank right With verbals you've never seen before If I get hit, then I bleed and mourn My blood will destroy anything it touch like a Xenomorph I guess I'm an alien to the scene cause I seen it all Rappers fresh to death and I'm Lazarus Mumble rap are for zombies, they killing yall like it's cancerous And it goes straight to the head We climbing over the walls like World War Z Cause yoh, CHH ain't dead (CHH ain't dead) Huh Monster talk Datin Let's go let's go
Writer(s): Edward Berrios Jr Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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