Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Kiss the Ring, artist - Markis PreciseDate of issue: 30.11.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Kiss the Ring |
| 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 |