THE RINGER Lyrics

Really look I Never stop spitting it's still in me

All this new whack ish killing me

I can't stop because my flow still swing things

See I got more bars than sing sing

Do the math I'm older than Hip Hop

More than 40 years and I'm still hot

Thought you already heard I'm a winner

Ain't nobody want to spar with the ringer

I hate Idle chatter

All that gangster lip don't matter

Cats spitting bout things they ain't ever do

Social media thugs - ain't nothing true

All cap when they bump gums on track

If I said it I did it, believe that

I ain't trying to be a poser, I don't Act

I'm too old for that, I'm a throwback

I mean literally- I'm a throwback

Been around since whips had Lo Jack

All the Gen Z's don't even know that

I go back like painted on Jordache

I been spitting since King Tim 3 dropped

In the booth since B-Boys pop locked

Since the Casper slide was the bus stop

And I get better every time that the ball drops

I Never stop spitting it's still in me

All this new whack ish killing me

I can't stop because my flow still swing things

See I got more bars than sing sing

Do the math I'm older than Hip Hop

More than 40 years and I'm still hot

Thought you already heard I'm a winner

Ain't nobody want to spar with the ringer

You are not on my - level

I'm a boulder, sick of these pebbles

I got bars, but they get the Ducketts

I keep ticking while they kick the bucket

I ain't do this for the greenback anyway

You ain't know I had a deal that I threw away

I ain't dripping, but I do it my way

My beats, my bars, my release dates

Ain't sweating these rich kids anyhow

I rather be a rhyme beast than a cash caw

Fast and furious, never gon' slow down

I don't think these nubs want to showdown

It's a fact - they don't want to throw down

I'm still nice with the 52 block now

I was out here before they birthed you

Kill you on the track just to unearth you

I Never stop spitting it's still in me

All this new whack Ish killing me

I can't stop because my flow still swing things

See I got more bars than sing sing

Do the math I'm older than Hip Hop

More than 40 years and I'm still hot

Thought you already heard I'm a winner

Ain't nobody want to spar with the ringer

I don't ever stop

I'm the new James Brown of hip hop

I work hard, I live like sharks (hard)

I keep on moving - and pushing this art

Who you know from 79

Still keeping up with the beats and rhymes

stay relevant, keeping up with the times

Still drop bars with the illest lines

How you gon spar with me

I been murdering tracks since 83

And I'll probably still spit when I'm 83

96 degrees under shady trees

And

I even freestyled this last verse

And I don't even freestyle, that's word

Ain't saying I'm the G-O-A-T

But G, your A team, can never take me