[Verse 1 Ryan Rich] Im not asking for a fan, Im just mastering this plan Its a disaster even when I pass this mic up to my man We get hype yo, that tight flow, more than a psycho the clan Whether Im writing or reciting keeping it exciting like oh dam Double r squared, thats complex like arithmetic Digress or be next, hell no you cant resist this shit When I twist my spit, off that twister shit Shes Mr. Richs mit once I kissed her on the upper lip Im Coming at you chyou with that 21st century Got that new sounds but still kick it elementary Abcs , the 123s Even since Recess the girlies wanna play with me Truths to wisdom. bars to prison Im refracting, whats lacking in music like a prism Bound to no prison, so outside the box So baby hit the lights and we can wild out like the lox [Verse 2 Ross Rich] We gotcha your head banging when were dropping that new beat The type of shit that gets you moving Miami Heat So UVic what up you know we got them freaks Just met her last week and shes already tearin up my sheets Our records off the rictor youll need the navy and some fleets Cuz I refuse to loose and will never be defeat We get hype as fuck like dub and will never be discreet I was born and raised Toronto but Im coming to your streets Through your headphones, droppin shit like the Dow Jones TwentyFirst century flows produced by Xaph Jones You know homes, man, that we be the brothers With that triple A flare rare, and a cut above the others Look at it this way, ya, its all about perception Just another college rapper? Maybe the exception So I control my own dreams, call it Inception While she controls her own screams dont forget the contraception
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