it was spit’n verse
and writ’n first
by the fool
who did no jokin’*
it was spit in verse
and written first
by the fool
who did no joking*
re_turns the king
and he does bringeth
cleanest power
great_er
than you’ve seen*
and it’s _more_
than all the closets
from that film called
“monsters inc”*
the “lion king”,
the “prince ali”,
and that “max goof”:
“the team to beat”*
undisputed, far to seek
_most just down their crowns
believing
exclaiming winner!
proclaiming victories
every time they near our
kingdom*
i’m up batting
watch me do it_
i’m that dude that
stayed past practice*
just my shoe in
hold the pitchin’
keep on lookin’
as i’m switchin’*
worlds most famous
final rounder
goose is loose
but i don’t swing yet*
crowd is hopin’
jowls are open
chanting at me
_batter _batter*
as i focus
lettin’ go with
_somethin’_
_i_ _call_
anti_matter*
locked on target
i can’t miss it
sound connects like
_thunder listens*
water vapor what
i’m swingin’_
makin’ milk on_
mount olympus*
and i chill it with a sample
of the finest frozen fruit*
sun up or down
i’m known around here
_as that guy up at
the booth;*
getting tatted
front to back with
proven facts of
common truth*
concentrated
full of patience
learning lessons
with a tutor*
entrance guarded
by “the sidekicks”:
“scar”, “the maui”
and the “mater”*
isolated from the jaded
“cave of wonders”
where we’re stayin’*
re_payin’ favors
every day_
sayin’ no thanks;
“it’s on the house, kid”*
i write wishes like
i’m fishin’ junkyards
with magnetic hook
precision_*
_gangster_
when i flow in
_ride or die_
just like my poem.*
Yeezy. Aya aja Abba eumon
I wonder the name of the headset and microphone she used in this video. If you know anyone, please leave a reply. Thank you.👍
😭💗
Mana kagameeee 😭❤️
Ari God ❤️
Ariana una Diosa
what mic she use
POV: After watching this video, you went to check again the song to analyse how the bridge actually was
ballad of the forlorn star:
it was spit’n verse
and writ’n first
by the fool
who did no jokin’*
it was spit in verse
and written first
by the fool
who did no joking*
re_turns the king
and he does bringeth
cleanest power
great_er
than you’ve seen*
and it’s _more_
than all the closets
from that film called
“monsters inc”*
the “lion king”,
the “prince ali”,
and that “max goof”:
“the team to beat”*
undisputed, far to seek
_most just down their crowns
believing
exclaiming winner!
proclaiming victories
every time they near our
kingdom*
i’m up batting
watch me do it_
i’m that dude that
stayed past practice*
just my shoe in
hold the pitchin’
keep on lookin’
as i’m switchin’*
worlds most famous
final rounder
goose is loose
but i don’t swing yet*
crowd is hopin’
jowls are open
chanting at me
_batter _batter*
as i focus
lettin’ go with
_somethin’_
_i_ _call_
anti_matter*
locked on target
i can’t miss it
sound connects like
_thunder listens*
water vapor what
i’m swingin’_
makin’ milk on_
mount olympus*
and i chill it with a sample
of the finest frozen fruit*
sun up or down
i’m known around here
_as that guy up at
the booth;*
getting tatted
front to back with
proven facts of
common truth*
concentrated
full of patience
learning lessons
with a tutor*
entrance guarded
by “the sidekicks”:
“scar”, “the maui”
and the “mater”*
isolated from the jaded
“cave of wonders”
where we’re stayin’*
re_payin’ favors
every day_
sayin’ no thanks;
“it’s on the house, kid”*
i write wishes like
i’m fishin’ junkyards
with magnetic hook
precision_*
_gangster_
when i flow in
_ride or die_
just like my poem.*