ryomen - aerial ace lyrics
[chorus]
ryomen!
f*ck all that talking, b*tch, show my opponent
you out of luck, moving outspoken
fuga, then fogo de chao leave you roasting
n*gga, you smoking!
how he go up a tech, then reverse the motion?
knock on his temple, second the notion
head holding reverb, his mind in the ocean
it’s quite simple
you turn a n*gga sis to your b*tch, then the motherf*cker might be broken
who you know turn n*ggas’ own shadows
to a valley of death, no shadow of a doubt provoke ’em
who do you pay dishonor to?
i am the chosen, slice ’em, dice ’em!
sh*t got me rolling, ronin!
namе a house, and it’s holding ryomen!
[verse]
uh, mahoraga
get with thе program or succumb to nada
spur of the moment * wembanyama
destruction dunking all on your roster
poaching prana, i’m no ravana
but i’m handy when you wanna know nirvana
off the jump they seeing i’m a mobster
script and clip you * ani*manga
i’m the most repugnant
piece of sh*t to ever walk a mile in this world of flockas
i’m coined the cook, this is not a toss up
the gift of gab, i am sure to chop up
down like a pothole, catch you on my road
you dip, and you drop low, hear screeching
the mix, a hot stove, a switch, and his top glow
i whip, and your stock go, it’s not your season
nah, n*gga, i don’t do mono*e*mono
where my squad go, i see even
got a lil’ demon with a god flow
how i jot notes, you’d have thought, bro, might be heian
yeah, you a nice story like a condo
i’m a cyclone, now you compost, i’m gon’ sweep ’em
man, get the f*ck on
i’m out now, looking for who to front on
guess who forever the runner up
me after me, motherf*cker must suck to suck
i cross the line
boy, you crossing the line
get your ass back in line ‘fore i jump in like double*dutch
naruto * spin on your block, i’mma summon some
he got no energy for that, he f*cking up
my fingers cut up, you can’t even knuckle up
problem? this choppa gon’ sum it up
open his top like a b*tton up
kenjaku shots got ’em sl*tted up
get his soul evicted
b*tch, i’m built different, code encrypted
i poke your folks and make the most of mischief
i ain’t toji, homie, i have no restrictions
arms swinging like i threw a discus
watch ’em wobble, moving like a ripstick
walk ’em in the ring, doing the fit bit
plant his pain, play it cool * eucalyptus
suku ain’t a suture
have and to hold is my hand on your medulla
you don’t wanna step one inch, got a mile ran on your ruler
i’mma go stand on your mula, guess man’s a musa
all this salt got me rich
you call it cultic, well, sh*t!
guns, knives, hubs, wives, supply of
these curse, kai on my d*ck, sho ain’t an omen
[chorus]
ryomen!
f*ck all that talking, b*tch, show my opponent
you out of luck, moving outspoken
fuga, then fogo de chao leave you roasting
n*gga, you smoking!
how he go up a tech, then reverse the motion?
knock on his temple, second the notion
head holding reverb, his mind in the ocean
it’s quite simple
you turn a n*gga sis to your b*tch, then the motherf*cker might be broken
who you know turn n*ggas’ own shadows
to a valley of death, no shadow of a doubt provoke ’em
who do you pay dishonor to?
i am the chosen, slice ’em, dice ’em!
sh*t got me rolling, ronin!
name a house, and it’s holding ryomen!
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