RINGTHEALARM(Explicit)

RING THE ALARM (Explicit) - Joey Bada$$/Nyck Caution/Kirk Knight/Meechy Darko

Written by：Adam Pallin/Joey Bada$$/Kirk Knight/Nyck Caution/Meechy Darko

I was born runnin' with the baton

Now I'm known as the young intellectual don

Until I'm gone where I'm from the real don't get along

With the fake look me in the face eyes of the storm

You don't want none

No beef could never hurt me

I be on my Istanbul they cold turkey

Firstly it's the double entendre monster

Takin' haunted constant trips through your conscious

So be cautious

If it call for it we leavin' corpses

The causes of the coffin is the broken clauses

Skeletons in my closet tomorrow's never promised

Never mind it because we immortals regardless

Real G's move in silence like my designer

Intertwined with the timeless divine higher powered

I was drippin' in the gold since a minor

Sittin' on my throne overlookin' my empire uh uh

Resurrection of real you n**gas fake

Never second guessin' my kill so choose your fate

'Cause I'm born runnin' with the baton a tickin' time bomb

N**ga better ring the alarm uh

Resurrection of real you n**gas fake

Never second guessin' my kill so choose your fate

'Cause I'm born runnin' with the baton a tickin' time bomb

N**ga better ring the alarm uh

So keep it spinnin' disc jocker

Flick the wrist don't risk that partner

These n**gas impostors we movin' like the mobsters

One false move have 'em sleepin' with the lobsters huh

So keep it spinnin' disc jocker

Flick the wrist don't risk that partner

These n**gas impostors we movin' like the mobsters

One false move have 'em sleepin' with the

It's the ALL-AMERIKKKAN BADA$$

Who you mad at they ain't have to ask that

Attack with the backlash where's my cash at

Runnin' all through NASDAQ strap in my backpack

Goin' off the knack dopeboy in the Cadilac

Havin' flashbacks wish a n**ga would clap back

Hit 'em with the blackjack goin' through a stack fast

I snap with the raps I make 'em bring the whole track back

N**gas get smacked with the realer

When I drop it's all killer no feelings

So you better not make a wrong move n**ga

I'll personally deliver each shot that won't miss ya

And when it hit ya it's no warnin'

We bombardin' me and my squadron

If you want it get your army

We droppin' bombs calmly

This is no party

Any scraps left we just feed 'em to the zombies

Death before dishonor I die for my brethren

This is a stick up ocean's 47

Ring the alarm if a war yuh wanna get in

Ring the alarm if a war yuh wanna get in

Death before dishonor I die for my brethren

This is a stick up ocean's 47