Knock knock, hello, a 6 foot fellow I'm never too far from the Hood and the Ghetto King of beats, I'm a musical Pharaoh you can call me classic but I don't play the Cello got a slick style that the people call mellow I got punch lines like Abbot and Costello who's on first base? Ya'll know my M. O. now I got chicks saying “listen to my demo” there's something so cute about a women in yellow call me Casanova, bustin' cherries like Morello Italian charm you can call me Angelo to die like Othello Question Mark, N. O a bunch of MC's and we build like Lego trying to take this rap **** to another level how many MC's? I don't know, several top champions so we bus' a gold medal Messiahbolical Uh, ah, I'm the illest you'll ever know a big deal, syllable centrefold with a solid gold metal coated De La Soul pellet gun tongue, fire Ella Fitzgerald notes while you silicones sell a soul bars fill like a catapult cantaloupes vocal chord cannibal calibre hop aboard Hannibal's acting up yeah, and the flows so breezy face looking Jermaine Jackson greasy and I'm running a mock all over the beat nobody wanna compete nobody ******* with we I'm dropping more in a week than you can drop in a year you're falling off of the edge, you might as well disappear and me and DL, CL Smooth so when he helps me out, we help you Pyrelli They say “it's a cold world” so supply your own heat I'm that fire guy delivering pyro-techniques on a beat damaging any MC in every area each blame the chip on my shoulder gripping a pole, I bury your dreams while the Jazzy Blackcurrent keep the scene so serene leave stains on your screen, I'm stepping in clean and mean with the scoop and the scope huh', rolling up my sleeves, flick the collar on my coat coming live from the streets, I holler the dollar quotes talking bout life and trying to cope feeling like a successful bloke keeping the flow so ever so **** is how I turn fans to fiends with G' code of conduct lyrically, scriptures written calligraphy I'm up in the upper echelon for the extra visibility hanging haters for mimickery, drown em' in my celebrity I tap dance on your facade, gangster choreography consider this my policy, follow me as I topple trees chillin' in the comfort zone, the place you got to be Dukus Alemay You should stay put if you're gonna fight me just like Facebook, you can only like me so you go back on your own word looking all dumb so you may look like you un-liked me way too many who hate too many fakes need to see the dentist, they toothache say they move weight when they knew they wasn't even nowhere near the level of a true great true say they're confused with delusion at the red light not moving, snoozing they think it's magic, I know it's illusion cos I made em' think they're winning when they're losing I'm living like the world's gonna end tomorrow so if you follow me there's gonna be sorrow cos the path is treacherous and I won't ever rest til' I reach the top of Everest so you should never test me Sus I'm trying to get doe, stack til' it grows mould big **** swinging in a room, Trojan flow so I go slow, still jealous ones wanna hit with a low blow I'mma homophobe in a room of assholes so I stone cold stun em' on the throat, Kimbo to the nose face, riddled them with lumps don't call the Po-Po I act like grown folk beat you with a belt I sent you out for oust you outlaws, underground to outdoors, stay in your house more cos I ain't inna' that chitty chat silly crap, simple home run face kissing on a her back “BLAOW!!, best you behave see me in a rave, don't say my name you've got no heat, ****! you're more like a black man trying to sun bathe in the shade Ricko Capito Hey yo' Funky, drop the drums please on this dumb beat bass will make em' fall of the wall like Humpty latecomers don't need to wear no dunce C.A.P. in the corner just get comfy get to know me, I'm a nice brother just like a hot knife and the beats like butter I move to every beat like “shut up!” you're about to die and meet your maker for touch ups PRS will have my bank account buffed up the Queens heads got me sprung, I'm loved up yeah, I just thought that I'd share that I breed flows when I tear tracks bareback wait, my lowest level is a million and your highest level is ten so you ain't near that R.I.C.K.O. that's Ricko C.A.P. line dot T. O.
[00:17.19]Knock knock, hello, a 6 foot fellow [00:20.57]I'm never too far from the Hood and the Ghetto [00:22.82]King of beats, I'm a musical Pharaoh [00:25.07]you can call me classic but I don't play the Cello [00:27.38]got a slick style that the people call mellow [00:29.63]I got punch lines like Abbot and Costello [00:31.88]who's on first base? Ya'll know my M. O. [00:34.25]now I got chicks saying “listen to my demo” [00:36.69]there's something so cute about a women in yellow [00:38.69]call me Casanova, bustin' cherries like Morello [00:40.25]Italian charm you can call me Angelo [00:43.00]to die like Othello [00:44.32]Question Mark, N. O [00:45.50]a bunch of MC's and we build like Lego [00:47.38]trying to take this rap **** to another level [00:50.00]how many MC's? [00:50.88]I don't know, several [00:51.82]top champions so we bus' a gold medal [00:54.51]Messiahbolical [00:55.76]Uh, ah, I'm the illest you'll ever know [00:57.38]a big deal, syllable centrefold [00:58.44]with a solid gold metal coated De La Soul [01:01.13]pellet gun tongue, fire Ella Fitzgerald notes [01:03.44]while you silicones sell a soul [01:06.19]bars fill like a catapult cantaloupes [01:08.26]vocal chord cannibal calibre [01:10.00]hop aboard Hannibal's acting up [01:13.01]yeah, and the flows so breezy [01:14.94]face looking Jermaine Jackson greasy [01:16.88]and I'm running a mock all over the beat [01:19.45]nobody wanna compete [01:20.07]nobody ******* with we [01:21.38]I'm dropping more in a week than you can drop in a year [01:24.00]you're falling off of the edge, [01:25.26]you might as well disappear [01:26.32]and me and DL, CL Smooth [01:27.69]so when he helps me out, we help you [01:30.57]Pyrelli [01:30.82]They say “it's a cold world” so supply your own heat [01:33.44]I'm that fire guy delivering pyro-techniques on a beat [01:35.32]damaging any MC in every area each [01:37.25]blame the chip on my shoulder gripping a pole, [01:39.32]I bury your dreams [01:40.51]while the Jazzy Blackcurrent keep the scene so serene [01:42.01]leave stains on your screen, [01:42.89]I'm stepping in clean and mean with the scoop and the scope [01:44.95]huh', rolling up my sleeves, [01:45.76]flick the collar on my coat [01:46.70]coming live from the streets, [01:47.51]I holler the dollar quotes [01:48.58]talking bout life and trying to cope [01:50.01]feeling like a successful bloke [01:51.02]keeping the flow so ever so **** is how I turn fans to fiends [01:53.14]with G' code of conduct lyrically, [01:54.70]scriptures written calligraphy [01:55.26]I'm up in the upper echelon for the extra visibility [01:57.20]hanging haters for mimickery, [01:57.95]drown em' in my celebrity [01:59.32]I tap dance on your facade, [02:01.26]gangster choreography [02:01.70]consider this my policy, [02:03.51]follow me as I topple trees [02:04.89]chillin' in the comfort zone, [02:05.95]the place you got to be [02:07.51]Dukus Alemay [02:08.08]You should stay put if you're gonna fight me [02:10.14]just like Facebook, you can only like me [02:11.51]so you go back on your own word [02:13.02]looking all dumb so you may look like you un-liked me [02:15.39]way too many who hate [02:17.74]too many fakes need to see the dentist, [02:19.86]they toothache [02:20.61]say they move weight when they knew [02:22.73]they wasn't even nowhere near the level of a true great [02:25.17]true say they're confused with delusion [02:26.80]at the red light not moving, snoozing [02:29.05]they think it's magic, I know it's illusion [02:31.79]cos I made em' think they're winning when they're losing [02:34.05]I'm living like the world's gonna end tomorrow [02:36.67]so if you follow me there's gonna be sorrow [02:38.73]cos the path is treacherous [02:40.24]and I won't ever rest til' I reach the top of Everest [02:42.61]so you should never test me [02:43.67]Sus [02:44.16]I'm trying to get doe, stack til' it grows mould [02:46.53]big **** swinging in a room, Trojan flow [02:47.73]so I go slow, still jealous ones wanna hit with a low blow [02:50.54]I'mma homophobe in a room of assholes [02:53.17]so I stone cold stun em' on the throat, Kimbo to the nose [02:56.25]face, riddled them with lumps [02:57.62]don't call the Po-Po [02:58.62]I act like grown folk [02:59.95]beat you with a belt I sent you out for [03:02.31]oust you outlaws, underground to outdoors, [03:04.69]stay in your house more [03:05.82]cos I ain't inna' that chitty chat silly crap, [03:08.01]simple home run face kissing on a her back [03:10.44]“BLAOW!!, best you behave [03:12.51]see me in a rave, don't say my name [03:14.70]you've got no heat, ****! [03:16.45]you're more like a black man trying to sun bathe in the shade [03:19.33]Ricko Capito [03:19.77]Hey yo' Funky, drop the drums please on this dumb beat [03:22.27]bass will make em' fall of the wall like Humpty [03:24.46]latecomers don't need to wear no dunce C.A.P. [03:25.95]in the corner just get comfy [03:28.58]get to know me, I'm a nice brother [03:30.40]just like a hot knife and the beats like butter [03:32.89]I move to every beat like “shut up!” [03:35.64]you're about to die and meet your maker for touch ups [03:37.77]PRS will have my bank account buffed up [03:39.64]the Queens heads got me sprung, I'm loved up [03:42.41]yeah, I just thought that I'd share that [03:44.42]I breed flows when I tear tracks bareback [03:46.05]wait, my lowest level is a million [03:48.61]and your highest level is ten so you ain't near that [03:51.22]R.I.C.K.O. that's Ricko C.A.P. line dot T. O.
