Released on December 25, 2015

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These particular raps are not quite as dense as some of them...


[Verse:]

These particular raps

Are written to point

At the zero pointed

Divine vessel who's being that's anointed

And crowned

As the kings and creators in the crowd

Maybe being up later makes him sound

The way he sound

So much coffee has already been downed

Take my clothes off

And unshoe to straight ground

Can't keep runnin' away like a dog to the pound

He's almond by the mound

Ain't nothin' but a hound

Ry-Dawg gonna reminiscence about

When he first heard this Dilla track sound

A young lad reading Farside comic strips

When my sis played the Pharcyde sound

Labcabincalifornia

Come join Mr. Blockhead now

At the dinnertable

Just to inform ya

The new is aesop's

Let the Float just soar in ya

Make your head swell

And your ear's drum ringing

Keep the neck broke

And cut out Ryne's singing

Yeah Ryne's fucking singing

Most yap about sticking about their thing in to the laments

To the lamens

Sex needs to be refined

Fix your limp noodle like Ramen

He reduces numbers faster than Rainman

But keeps in the sane, man

The Vatican raping babies in a sense

Innocent is taken

As they make their sacrifice to Satan

Still talkin about the Pope

Got to hit the hay at 6AM cuz Ryney couldn't cope

About to crash out

This bloke

Coffee is coming up

Coming out my throat

Making my ass runny as a fucking moat

With the drawbridge up

That is wet as mother fuck!

Shout out to Madvillian, MF DOOM, Madlib

Most definitely Yasiin Bey

Centaurian Christ Anitheies Jackson

Man who is packin

Your ascension

As his number one mission

Shout out to Jay Electronica and J Dilla

And accordions and harmonicas

And the million he making

The shit is so taken

Every thing he flows on has already been made then

Shout out to Maven

You know I had to end it with Rynestone

Get down!

More sacred than limestone

I will just silence my self now

And let the Cowboy, Rynestone

Feel your now boy

Where you at man?

For christmas I wanted to make a mixtape

So I did real ass hip hop- fake ass white boy

Some say he tight though

But thats just Ryne though

Talking about himself

Probably post some shit on your facebook shelf

Yeah give me some good health

Yeah let me spit his wealth

In abundance

Sick of all the rules and the pundits...

(Sometimes they were comedic

...

Or relentlessly horrible)