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[verse 1: 1ring]

yeah
money, clothes and hoes, seven figures, living life broke
ain’t nothing but a memory, drowning in cash i might choke
this chardonnay up, levitate, i’m on my way up
to the top of the chain, finessing these chains
but i’m never breaking outta my chains
i promised i’ll f-ck up the game
ain’t nothing been the same since i started to spill out my pain
boil, filter, and liquidify it to ink i can soak
my pen to ill-strate a picture that’s vivid as hopper brush strokes
on top of this sh-t
y’all cannot f-ck with my sh-t
in 20 centuries i’m still releasing hit after hit
and taking hit after hit, absorbing hit after hit
’till i fall on the floor drooling after popping this pill
face first, i wake up on a single bed back in my room
alarm is slowly getting louder reeled me back into form
pillow wet as a motherf-cker either tears or saliva
or sweat ’cause the power’s out and it’s hot as a ghost rider
i wash my face and smell the folgers, i realize i was dreaming
now i’m back to being broke as f-ck, even my chain ain’t beaming
back to being surrounded by people too busy grieving
for unattainable ambitions, or they fraudulently scheming
everybody fiending for that success, i’ll keep it real and confess
instead of counting my blessing i’m busy screaming my stress
but at the same time i hail from the west
but i’ll never be multi-platinum if i ain’t from that west
or anywhere in that approximate blob of liars and false prophets
trash? cop it, apologies i got off topic
but really y’all got more than half of these motherf-ckers biting they diamonds
reppin’ they city or fighting other rappers
and i ain’t talking ’bout no mumble rappers
sh-t they’re f-cking beyond that
all i know is that i’ll never be as famous as i’m talented
i’ll always be an underground inhabitant
as long as i ain’t using this platform to put you on dance floors
as long as there’s a star and crescent right on my p-ssport
right on my p-ss–

[verse 2: the watcher]

we am the watcher, familiarize the name with the voice
my verbal ar is my weapon of choice
rappers best commence to protecting their joints
man i’ve been doing this since n0body was f-cking with royce
the mic’s becoming my joystick
i’m player one, your run is over, think that you won
but i’m treating you like i treated my brother when he was young
think you’re playing the game but your controller’s disconnected
this my sec’, don’t intersect it, respect it or get your sh-t ejected
i played the back cause i was on my grind
hip hop was secondary ’cause money on my mind
went and got my education and i nine-to-fived it
but this feeling i just can’t describe it
i’m tired of living a f-cking life that ain’t mine
with the limelight on someone else who ain’t ill as i am
i’m trying but satisfaction is fiction, this friction is such a b-tch
i’ve been itching for recognition, suspicious of my position in life
but i’m the illest, never doubt it
only reason that you’re in this b-tch is because i’m out it
you don’t want it with goliath homie, you ain’t about it
if your name ain’t 1ring then you’ll get surrounded
with multiple verbal gats, we’re strapped and we’re ready to bust
i’m the mad t-tan, i snap and you turn into dust
you discuss, we diss and cuss, you’re disgusted with us
we discriminate, if you’re whack go to the back of the bus, trust!
man i’ve been at it without a single and still buzzing
where was you at when the boombox was still running?
i gave the world third world love, the world loved it
we’re on a budget but on the summit so blow my trumpet
you poked a bear, now the bear’s awoken and he’s hungry
digging through instrumentals to murk like a beat junkie
homie you really don’t want the smoke that you seek from me
your whole entire career is as real as a free country!

you f-cking maggots!

- the watcher 1ring

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