RONDO ft. Type1ne & Powa Tripp Lyrics

As I open up on the mic, this shit therapy

You should really beware of me

I'm Powa Tripp, none of you rappers can reverse my polarity

On my Indie in this rap game like I'm a Cherokee

You should quit with your heresy

Your persona a parody

Fuck a parrot, you parakeet

Yeah, bird boys I hear you caw, think you cold?

Just know you can get thawed out!

Best watch who you call out, it should have been for your momma

I'm TMT with the drama

Really, if that's what you wanna call it?

I walk it like I talk it, so I can tell when a foe is crawling

Bear with me, I'm steady mauling

With lyrics, I stay assaulting

The weight that I carry, I swear they'll never come close to hauling

Not even with construction equipment, open your ears and listen!

From the depths I have risen, you can't deny my existence

My punchlines be hitting something like Sonny Liston (Bip!)

Forrest Gump, cross-country, I'ma go the distance (Tripp!)

Rap is my reality, I'm not chasing the dream

This a casualty, I'm chalk outlining the beat

PT the Type of 1ne that's second to none,

You done heard it from the Pharaoh, now let Kingdom Come, bitch!

Yo, I'm a pro with the condescending

Oppositions get clocked and witness the top position

It gets hard to listen to an artists' shit when

It's constantly clouded by the sound of shitting

Rappers bite like apples, but they don't compare

Make 'em fall like stocks, 'cause this flow I don't share

Do you really wanna go there?

Getting on beats, not keeping up with the snares

I keep 'em aware, sliding on the beat like Ribsticks

Give you bitter and sweet like prison visits

Y'all more useless than an appendix

Have them features, still can't tell the difference

I'm like, are they okay, yo? (Ahh!)

I think they all K.O.'d (Ahh!)

Aristotle and Socrates know I don't Plato (Ahhh!)

These rappers are fun to eat, but I don't PlayDough

Who would have thought I'd hurt so many feelings rapping 'bout mayo?

King

Worked hard for all the shit that looks easy, excuse me

Take you to the beach, bump Weezy where it's breezy

She always gotta tease me, came fast best believe me

In the speedlift bumping Heavy got two shorties in the Bentley

Gently, tell me why they don't accept me?

But who's snapping on your track except me?

Don't tempt me, got the answers like Jeopardy

Tackle the game like I'm strumming in some rugby

Funny feet, dropping tips, straight undies

Smoking joints with that mango cut (?)

Bitches used to call me ugly, damn

I wrote this shit in the condo

If I make a play, I run it back like I'm Rondo

With my arm blown, city I'm from is Toronto

Pot smoke in the section, Type1ne bitch you guessed it

And them opps see me, but they can't catch me, must've missed 'em

Crushing Simpsons, this the fucking life I'm living

If I told you straight up dawg, you'd say I'm fucking kidding

On a mission to slam the ball into the end zone with conviction

Yeah, that ball be seeing green, they want a real emcee

I'm not even ranked on no list like ENC

These opportunities talking to me

Bitch it's T-Y-P-E-1-N-E