Ionika - IN DA RING Lyrics

You should be punished
I'm gonna chop off your arms
You murdered all of my students
He's very vicious, an expert with the double-edged sword
One day, I'll kill them
It's the punishment that they deserve
Hm?
Wu-Tang style
'Til I collapse, yeah, I don't got no time to relax
I gotta keep my fists up before my opponents get up
This for all the mumble rappers, and the Lil's and youngsters
Debunk the fucking myth that everybody's a rapper
Hip-hop stands for something, not for crack or that codeine
The shit that fucks your life up, makes your brain run more slowly
I'ma show you how an Asian runs the game like I'm Yao Ming
See who is brave enough to take a giant in the ring
I gave you fair warning, now this is your last warning
Knock you at the corner store, throwing cornerstones at your bones
I ain't a stoner, why you think I'm sober?
All you rappers so distorted
Got my urban supporters, and they super important
I'm strapped at my waist, yeah, my Glock do carry weight
Shit, wait, let me get this straight, an Asian carries heat?
Hell yeah, engraved Chinese in the seams, bullets stream
Like laser beams, post up on me if you tryna start some beef
Fucking mumble rappers, man that shit won't be remembered
They dismembered, pluck 'em out like loose feathers in chilly weather
I mean, who is better?
Eminem or some shit like Desiigner?
They stealing all the light, call them misers as we sulk on risers
This shit's unfair, pulling out my hairs as I compare
Myself to all of those up there, man I just stare at these tall stairs
Shooting down those in my crosshairs
'Til I collapse, yeah, I don't got no time to relax
I gotta keep my fists up before my opponents get up
This for all the mumble rappers, and the Lil's and youngsters
Debunk the fucking myth that everybody's a rapper
Hip-hop stands for something, not for crack or that codeine
The shit that fucks your life up, makes your brain run more slowly
I'ma show you how an Asian runs the game like I'm Yao Ming
See who is brave enough to take a giant in the ring
Your father was a good Wu-Tang martial expert
There's not many who can match up with him
Shut up
I'm going to finish you off for good
One jab, two jab, three jab, four
Knock you to the floor 'til your body's feeling sore
Five hook, six hook, seven hook, eight
Covered red like paint as you slowly start to faint
Before you go and hit me back with a bad hook
Let me take an uppercut to your face lookin' shook
You in the ring now bitch, what you gonna do?
Take your best shot before I bruise your face tattoo
You want to fight?
Fight with me
One to one, man to man
Weren't you just using the Wu-Tang school method against me?
I've learned so many styles, forgive me
If we die, the next generation will fight them too
And the one after them, for as long as they must
And eventually, we shall succeed, there's no doubt about that

You should be punished
I'm gonna chop off your arms
You murdered all of my students
He's very vicious, an expert with the double-edged sword
One day, I'll kill them
It's the punishment that they deserve
Hm?
Wu-Tang style
'Til I collapse, yeah, I don't got no time to relax
I gotta keep my fists up before my opponents get up
This for all the mumble rappers, and the Lil's and youngsters
Debunk the fucking myth that everybody's a rapper
Hip-hop stands for something, not for crack or that codeine
The shit that fucks your life up, makes your brain run more slowly
I'ma show you how an Asian runs the game like I'm Yao Ming
See who is brave enough to take a giant in the ring
I gave you fair warning, now this is your last warning
Knock you at the corner store, throwing cornerstones at your bones
I ain't a stoner, why you think I'm sober?
All you rappers so distorted
Got my urban supporters, and they super important
I'm strapped at my waist, yeah, my Glock do carry weight
Shit, wait, let me get this straight, an Asian carries heat?
Hell yeah, engraved Chinese in the seams, bullets stream
Like laser beams, post up on me if you tryna start some beef
Fucking mumble rappers, man that shit won't be remembered
They dismembered, pluck 'em out like loose feathers in chilly weather
I mean, who is better?
Eminem or some shit like Desiigner?
They stealing all the light, call them misers as we sulk on risers
This shit's unfair, pulling out my hairs as I compare
Myself to all of those up there, man I just stare at these tall stairs
Shooting down those in my crosshairs
'Til I collapse, yeah, I don't got no time to relax
I gotta keep my fists up before my opponents get up
This for all the mumble rappers, and the Lil's and youngsters
Debunk the fucking myth that everybody's a rapper
Hip-hop stands for something, not for crack or that codeine
The shit that fucks your life up, makes your brain run more slowly
I'ma show you how an Asian runs the game like I'm Yao Ming
See who is brave enough to take a giant in the ring
Your father was a good Wu-Tang martial expert
There's not many who can match up with him
Shut up
I'm going to finish you off for good
One jab, two jab, three jab, four
Knock you to the floor 'til your body's feeling sore
Five hook, six hook, seven hook, eight
Covered red like paint as you slowly start to faint
Before you go and hit me back with a bad hook
Let me take an uppercut to your face lookin' shook
You in the ring now bitch, what you gonna do?
Take your best shot before I bruise your face tattoo
You want to fight?
Fight with me
One to one, man to man
Weren't you just using the Wu-Tang school method against me?
I've learned so many styles, forgive me
If we die, the next generation will fight them too
And the one after them, for as long as they must
And eventually, we shall succeed, there's no doubt about that