[Verse: Pompey]
They say if you can walk you can dance
So if you talk you can rap, right? No you probably can’t
Honestly man, I hate to trod on your plans
But at some point, a line must be drawn in the sand
Now it's...
Ray, a drop of golden sun
And if you thought of that, you’re not the only one
Nominally funded since my chronicles begun
And I've been taught to throw a punch when it’s illogical to run
Run
… Yeah that’s right smartass
How come people who can’t fight start crap
Pompey gotcha open like last night’s bar tab
I got the title, you just ran my Carfax
Act like you passed by a landmine, charge blast
See more stars than a rabbi’s art class
Ask why I’m candid like Amanda Bynes, large chance
A samurai got his bandaged right arm back
We go in like a typhoon’s hitting
We go in like the drive though’s busy
We go in like a high proof whiskey
Or Ryu’s finishing fight moves, you with me?
Won’t try to describe too simply
Just rewind to beginning when your eyes through spinning
I go in like I typed Ulysses
And I write too gritty for my time to get me
The Mid-Mo Rambo, ipso facto
Your boy Pompey's on his own plateau
Got game like kids own hasbro
Yall don’t get shit don’t pass go
We get props like a live stage
... Fly / Get props like a bi-plane
Flow cold spit frost of an ice age
Find Ray deep in thought with a Migraine
[Bridge]
... But I'm cool like that
[Verse: Van Ghost]
... Come back later for his verse!