THE RISING SUN ALL STARS

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#RNS by The Rising Sun All Stars

for lovers of raw, underground hip hop and live, vintage-style analog recording! Recorded right here at COBRA SUN STUDIO

A real Nenjah never blinks Knows when to strike knows when to think Keep away from suckas yo he let ‘em clean the tank A good peach will make you think A bad one will make you drink And ain’t shit you can teller if she holding bank Get it? TURN this shit UP you know it crank Look I do this, don’t ask me how rest of yall is scrubs like nurse apparel Flirting with bread, a love jones, kind of like the dow This that music that the muthafuckin’ law won’t allow Realest shit that y’all heard in a while, style DROP #RNS REAL NENJAH SHIT Like the sound then bump it loud Only one that believed in me is rapping now Only limit I see is the sky, move a cloud Just do whatever you do and yo do it proud Half you clowns wouldn’t raise a brow Nonetheless move a crowd to move ya mouth is to move ya bowels You spittin’ shit the only thing sick as this Herpes syphilis flow is a sushi dish Raw no need to fish ya jaw you need to pick up off the floor This is saw 8 blood on the decor paint RNS SHIT Chillen in a deep scar Gettin’ too deep with a petite broad Like, “Luv, my blood true, plus I don’t bite…hard” Exotic in jelly jars just me and my squad You know, some shrillin’ some went skiing on the slopes Yeah we getting punished like boxers on the ropes I’m on the piff they on the ‘ball iggin’ all my calls Mad different highs like a celebrity in the mall Fuck a E.T probably get higher with Paul The D gets the job done now hire my balls High like I’m in New York paying for menthols Still in the cut tho no need for gauze My clause is to present my gifts to the poor and rich The black St. Nick but no saint or satanist Could predict the shit experienced Know Jehovah’s that don’t knock Know Jews that tip my matrix in a glitch Can’t be better than hell or heaven RNS SHIT