Winston Riley - Ring The Alarm (Stalag Riddim freestyle) lyrics

[Tabs] This ain't a novella, no dream or hope seller Dirty and underground, I wrote this in a cold cellar This snatch rappers off stage and cold chiller Take um behind the shed and put one in they head like Old Yeller They call me Goldmember, all access coppin' I'm not a Lakers legend but I have a Magic Johnson Claim you the man but there's a ma**ive problem You a f*g in person and yo b**h is the drag version of Action Bronson You know the math to keep track of the cats I'm stomping Got hard fists of knuckles son, what you f*ggots want then? I'm taking heads and smashing comp When I get my rhyme on I'm like nylon from all these cats I'm stalking/stocking No fooling but foes losing from what I'm producing Your dough is slow moving, don't know what you hoes doing I can teach you about the master zone, I'm no student Ironically I'm in a cla** of my own like homeschooling So conceded, left your hoe soaked and seeded Hope you see it cuz if you don't you won't believe this So sick, I told your b**h to hold my penis Thinking with my dick so when she jerked me off it was a stroke of genius f** your swag, I'll bag your foreign hottie Don't need a foldback but I'll leave her bent out of shape like Origami These who*es mad cuz I'm more than sort of co*ky And I'm quick to use their Michael Kors bag as a porta potty Caught a body, call somebody before your crew dies I fathered your style, should've had my tubes tied You don't be out on these dark streets, you lying And your weed about as loud as the heartbeat on a fruit fly Too high, sitting on a different level The sh** that's in my mental is equipped to rip the instrumental f** what you thought, this kid is sick and vengeful Using your girl as a nut rag, that's how I come/cum across disrespectful [Cambatta] Bless you, let the rhythm get you My skin is special tinted liquid metal Meditating, lower limbs resemble twisted pretzels I'm the giant that isn't gentle when gripping pencils I'm as vicious as pits in kennels, that pistol wet you I'm the premonition Yamauchi got when he did Nintendo Hello, fill a spliff with epiph essentials Smoking so much that my piss is green, it isn't yellow They call me Mr. Mellow The fire fighter The highesiah In my empire Vagina diver Retired diamond miner The higher dime supplier In fine attire The hyper cypher rhymer, you're inside my type of Divine designer of the Prada that you'll find inside ya The modern time messiah of Gaie like ?? ?? Liver, got the beaker with the potion in it Drinking, I had a seizure cuz I over did it Geniuses don't know of limits I'll leave my penis in a hoe and finish Sleeping with the cleanest of the holy women Trippin', habitual hallucinater Inner visions of a music player As I listen to your human prayers I tell them hit me on my two way pager My life is scripted and my Luke a Vader Mida