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Ryan Thorbjornsen
Ryan Thorbjornsen
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Uh huh Yeah Felt like rapping a little bit today Ya know what I mean Better get yo thinking caps on with this one Aye Yeah you know I got them quick flows All up in the deep end Y'all gon' say it depends Really when you bitches only dip toes It goes Higher than ever the boy a blimp though Try to fuck wit me I turn tables more than Diplo Quit bro Nah for real y'all is pissing me off I'm the reason why ya bitch is prolly missing some gloss Cut ya wings till ya stop and give commission to Ross Ya label pick when you drop I can't relate I'm the boss (Huh) Y'all don't even own you You think ya got crown till they own the throne too See I can't afford to stop Y'all a traffic cone dude I'm in a self made, independent, act alone mood Better move bitch ya heard Luda How ya whole career worth less than my computer Prolly cause this hard drive filling up my hard drive Made the shit a God size Cop what I do then you pigs getting hog tied Hey with respect yeah it's all due Sitting first class getting action like the lawsuit (How you saying every rapper sucks) Cause they all do Glass ceiling really been the only thing I fall through So tell me how that floor feel I already ate, I'm still hungry after your meal What a fuckin ordeal They wanna graze till I set 'em all ablaze Lil coward, I just kill 'em then it's more veal Too much beef for a vegan Ya so out of mine, find a place to put ya league in Only seeing red, I'm never knowing when I'm bleeding How you score zero points when I ain't garden like Come on Yeah I'm a dog they know it I got this pipe in my pants with a couple offers to blow it But I can't changing my stance to get a cape with heroics Like I changing my stanzas Now they hating the poet The flow Frost like Robert Everything I do shakes peers, I been hotter My medulla oblongata been the topic of a lot a Conversations that been centered round a prodigy They try to hit numbers like the lottery An oddity, I really been the outlier They been robbing me a minute but they still miss I doubt fire ever come from 'em Why the fuck I'd run from 'em Prolly go on more rants fore I see a gun from 'em huh Sick of all the nursery rhymes I'm only seeing what I wanna like I'm perfectly blind So fuck a optometrist Put the ops in a ditch Spin the block find a bitch And put ya thot in a twist I'm a (God) The story of the chosen one I'm knowing y'all ain't read it The first draft they picked me last Now I am legend Define heaven, divine essence, I'm omnipresent I hear the games rigged I brought a lethal weapon Arm, leg, leg, arm, head Thank God I bodied it With Wutang, Lui Kang, crane trained karate kicks The goal's to cross the finish line with who I started with So if you forget who runs this shit Lemme rejog it bitch Yeah My track record is medals And you over there the gold standard's I never settle And I know you know what they say about diamonds and pressure So I guess my first impression must be mighty impressive I'm on a first name basis with first bank statements My surname's I only answer to payments Tryna buy me some time My charges look like arraignments You dressed for the occasion Courted and outdated yeah I'm super saiyan I ain't playing I just button mash Prolly why they fucking mad I done had enough of that I broke all the controllers and told 'em run it back I told you the games rigged I'm Benedict Cumberbatch Y'all just imitate I don't even know what to say I just never relate I'm tired of resting my case Woke up in disarray like who wanna spar with me Go head and invite 'em in I can take more than one a day cause I'm Sick of all the nursery rhymes I may be self medicated but I'm perfectly fine So listen doc tell me this How is it that I exist Between the stars and the star fish And they refuse to admit that I'm a God
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