Markis Precise, Fashawn, eLZhi - Kiss the Ring lyrics

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