Lord Of The Rings

(album: Eternal - 2020)

[GAWNE:]
God damn

Merciless to the pitiful person who persistently persecutes the work I do
Now my purpose is purposely irking you, fuck what you heard
I'm the certified truth when I hop in the booth and get horrid
Send word to enemy forces, desert your post you little Instagram warriors
For the war's been won by the one that was said to rule 'em all
It's me, the Lord of the Ring, and evil sorcerer summoning the [?] massacring the Dwarves like Smaug
The dragon, spit fire I'm arriving at the shier
My desire to be ill is like Gollum's
Tryna steal the ring from Bilbo
I'm getting real close to the scrilla but I'm still broke
Like a never healed bone
Decimate opponents, this is MMA
I kick you with my heel bone
Kick you with a steel toe
Kick you like a field goal
Elbow to the nose, if they liars, leave 'em looking like Pinocchio and saying that he's real though
Criminally underrated, it must be illegal how I deal flows
Fans get a fix when I spit, guess my shit is dope
Potent, it can put you in the ground like Zero from holes
Dig for gold, deeper than Khalifa's pussy's dildo

Every time I hit the road I go until it takes a toll
Hit a toll, pay it, then I haste and I would hate to slow
Life's a race, Daytona, so I'm taking over
Like a soldier occupying bases down in Gitmo

Pen killa, every Sentilla of the beat
Getting shredded like I'm Ed Scissors
Couple screws loose
Pharmacist said I need a Phillip
Wait, no, I need a Phillips screwdriver 'fore I turn to Godzilla (Ah)
I'll be damned if they out-bar me
But I'm the new Dax now, they done outlawed be
'Cuz y'all are sleep
Every time I bring the heat, there's not a peep
I been dealing with you sheep since pre-World War 3
Soon as I came in the YouTube scene and then dropped Rise
Last July
Changed the climate of the game and all you lames are just denyers
'Cuz when I drop fire, all of YouTube silent
So fuck y'all and your bias toward more subscribers

Screw your artist's tears
Me and 100 Kufis, we the hardest here
Put that on my live like serving 25 and years
Superhuman when I'm rhyming Tony Stark with gear
Riding through the night like Paul Revere
Out the dark appeared
Throwing darts and spears at anybody that they call my peers
Check your ears
Y'all ain't even in the ballpark, you're in my rear view mirror
New frontier
This a whole new plane, a different Hemisphere
Caution, steer clear of rapping auctioneers

My enemies fail
I get 'em and I put 'em in a jail
Boutta set 'em in the center of the cell
No, never pay bail
Impale
Like a spike in a railroad
Hit 'em in the temple with an arrow
Then again there's nobody who can ever be the heir though
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Feel it in my bone like marrow
Finna get that dinero
Zero chance you beat the Pharoah

I'm Gawne

[100 Kufis:]
Lord of the Rings like Michael Jordan and Bill Russell (Yeah)
Slaughter the scene, when that mic recording, my skills crush you (Uh)
You think you greater?
Until it's ink and paper
Get hot as an incubator
You'll get belted and you will buckle
Going against these veterans, you're gonna get disrespected
It's me and Luke on the track and it's gonna be interesting
And we far from being finished, we gonna go get these weapons
Taking over any minute, we'll be gone in 60 seconds
And I might, get arrested for choking the light outta this
Beat, and I'm thinking that Luke's gonna demolish it
Acknowledging the fact ain't no rappers ready to challenge us
I'm beating up the beat so much it's giving me callouses
And now's the perfect time to put all you rappers in like
They be whining so much I'm boutta pour 'em in my chalices
Walking with a gun so big I couldn't balance it
Mary had a little ol' one so I had to silence it (Baaa)

Lamb chops, damn cocks, ham hocks
Bad boy, am not, won't stop, can't stop, woah
I'm feeling like Black Rob
'Cuz black lives is trynna survive from feeling deprived, they filled us with lies
Drilled into the side of our head and we still strive
We can be whatever we want and I wanna be alive (Bars)
I don't wanna die to the hands of a man that can't understand that I'm selling grams to get my Gramps outta that nursing home
Lord of the rings got me working through this mobile phone
Order the ring with Tanzanite, that's that purple stone
They say my voice over this mic creates the perfect tone
This verse alone is the epitome of a perfect poem
I'm like a surgeon
The way I'm wording these words
And these verbals emerge emerging
These verbs superbly submerged from the very bottom of that burgundy Burberry purse
Without a curse to a N-word, I just murdered the verse, but uh

I ain't finished
My pen is so independent
Whenever it did a sentence, it did it, no co-defend
And it's no pretending
When you grow up in the coldest of temperatures we're homies
Catch an attempt if you attempting to mention us
Kufis...