Kiss the Ring - Markis Precise, Fashawn, eLZhi

Yeah, y’all should kiss the ring

And want me to reign the way flowers wish for spring

My punchlines provoke fists to swing, till the wrist is sprained

Who diss this won’t exist the same

Thought he was fly, but he missed his plane, he scared pissless

That why his mistress giving promiscuous brain and this is

Just the tip of the iceberg a statue in cold blood and now you sleep with the

fishes

And vicious piranhas I’m convinced your persona’s fictitious

Ever since

Besides amateurs

Niggas were flexed up me and Maybachs when they shoulda been pushing Dodge

Challengers

That’s who is the best you don’t compute, you can rest in the suit

Or on your back with a boot in the chest, just saluting the flesh

This kinda gift would leave a mutant impressed

Don’t get cut up like shooting a slug after shooting a vest

What?

What could these niggas lacking?

Tell me

Fuck a comeback, this shit is like Machiavelli

And hard to stomach like some Cognac

Official, industry niggas contact the celly

So y’all consume bout after I blow because I balloon now

From coming sharp of the dome like cum laude

The first to said it, the spit in verse pathetic

I give you the curse, the hearse or the nurse and medic

Last of the real, master with that, massive appeal

Mash on the feel, Fash out to kill, pass me the steel

You’ll end up in a casket concealed

Moments after that gag get revealed

This ain’t backpack rap, this is cats getting peeled

Cracks of the thrills, stack full of bills, racks for the grill

Gas mask full of hash, how we build

It’s not a paragraph it’s appeal, black

I’m the furthest thing for rap, and I chill, refrigerator

Couldn’t find a nigga greater than I

Through my peripherals

See the hate in they eyes, it’s pitiful

And your comparison to the gods is inphysical

Militant thoughts from a general combined with a

Sincere, 25th year, I ship kush and piss beer

I’m connecting with my nigga from the slum

No — I’m not from Queens but I did it for my duns

To my village you should come

I suggest for you inter-grizzly city, get a gun

Pap pap said the semi when it sung

I’m writing to the sirens that scream through the ghetto

When it comes to pulling strings I’m Geppetto

Seen everything but this level, still

Attached to a triple beam in the treble, it’s F