Blockhead - Rynestone lyrics

These particular raps are not quite as dense as some of them... [Verse:] These particular raps Are written to point At the zero pointed Divine vessel who's being that's anointed And crowned As the kings and creators in the crowd Maybe being up later makes him sound The way he sound So much coffee has already been downed Take my clothes off And unshoe to straight ground Can't keep runnin' away like a dog to the pound He's almond by the mound Ain't nothin' but a hound Ry-Dawg gonna reminiscence about When he first heard this Dilla track sound A young lad reading Farside comic strips When my sis played the Pharcyde sound Labcabincalifornia Come join Mr. Blockhead now At the dinnertable Just to inform ya The new is aesop's Let the Float just soar in ya Make your head swell And your ear's drum ringing Keep the neck broke And cut out Ryne's singing Yeah Ryne's f**ing singing Most yap about sticking about their thing in to the laments To the lamens Sex needs to be refined Fix your limp noodle like Ramen He reduces numbers faster than Rainman But keeps in the sane, man The Vatican raping babies in a sense Innocent is taken As they make their sacrifice to Satan Still talkin about the Pope Got to hit the hay at 6AM cuz Ryney couldn't cope About to crash out This bloke Coffee is coming up Coming out my throat Making my a** runny as a f**ing moat With the drawbridge up That is wet as mother f**! Shout out to Madvillian, MF DOOM, Madlib Most definitely Yasiin Bey Centaurian Christ Anitheies Jackson Man who is packin Your ascension As his number one mission Shout out to Jay Electronica and J Dilla And accordions and harmonicas And the million he making The sh** is so taken Every thing he flows on has already been made then Shout out to Maven You know I had to end it with Rynestone Get down! More sacred than limestone I will just silence my self now And let the Cowboy, Rynestone Feel your now boy Where you at man? For christmas I wanted to make a mixtape So I did real a** hip hop- fake a** white boy Some say he tight though But thats just Ryne though Talking about himself Probably post some sh** on your facebook shelf Yeah give me some good health Yeah let me spit his wealth In abundance Sick of all the rules and the pundits... (Sometimes they were comedic ... Or relentlessly horrible)