9th Wonder - Nicki's Clit Ring lyrics

Sometimes, I be crying in my dreams. Often, I'm dying in these scenes. I ain't even got no dye (die) in my jeans (genes). They dress pants. And hopefully, I'm teaching these lessons to these crying little teams. Vying for a dream. I don't even know why. Am I as clean as I seem to be? And I'm on the floor because You Might Catch Me Bored like YMCMB. Pay me for the fact I be rappin' from the top. Accident or not, I happen to be hot. SO, "I'll shine, you shine." Like Kendrick. I'll "line" it, I'll find it defenseless, then I'll line it up with a razor. I'm shining, and quite as tough as a laser on a f**in' .9 from a cop. 9 shots, and I might end up someone who's dying on top. n***a ClickClick CLICK! ClickClick CLICK! ClickClick CLICK! CLICK! BOOM! ClickClick CLICK! ClickClick CLICK! ClickClick CLICK! CLICK! BOOM! ClickClick CLICK! ClickClick CLICK! ClickClick CLICK! CLICK! BOOM! Now everybody sayin... CLICK! CLICK! BOOM! Now who shot ya?! Yeah, I'm talkin' "dead". Yeah, I'm talking "revenge". Yeah, I'm talking motherf**er, now go sit on the bench. Yeah, I'm talkin Pat Riley when I rap. You find me to be defiling me. Now, what a fact?! You see, I take that 66 to that 66. Then I take one out. Then I get my sh**. And I rap about this business sh**. Then I end up wrapping this business sh**. Now *who* is sicker than me? n***as gotta be sick of me. But lyrically, they can't visit me. Therefore, I get in between these lines. Like, Hi. And then I find it to be... quite fly. Because I bit it and they bit the minus signs that I find to be on the treble and ba**. I'm steppin' away because as I be messin up my face, OH MY GOD! I'M GOING TO HEAVEN TODAY! HALLELUJAH! Sendin' flowers to you when I send that click-clack power to you. And these n***as is like "Sour? For YOU?! I don't know why! 'Cause you cannot get high! You are Domino fly. I knock you down. Domino Rally. Y. Hi!" ClickClick CLICK! ClickClick CLICK! ClickClick CLICK! CLICK! BOOM! ClickClick CLICK! ClickClick CLICK! ClickClick CLICK! CLICK! BOOM! ClickClick CLICK! ClickClick CLICK! ClickClick CLICK! CLICK! BOOM! Now everybody sayin... CLICK! CLICK! BOOM! Now who shot ya?! I'm not talking business. This is S E G A. I'm talkin' George Ma**a. I raped him the other day. The brother way. Probably the lover way. I love to say how much I love J(ay)... and Dilla. But they the same thing, so hey! Maybe a villa when I get a couple million. But I love to f** my chick when she's hovering above the ceiling. She's NEVER ABOVE IT! She's only on the f**ing bed. And, hey! THAT is the subject. I really want some f**in' head. I'm going ahead of time like them two white n***as in the DeLorean. But then again, I'm on the floor again. And I'm bored again. Looking at the floor, bored. Then looking at the scoreboard. Hittin 3s from outside the park like that Bird n***a. Word, n***a! Look, n***a! I sound so obsurd n***a. That's that sh** I don't like. Sounding like some floor n***a. God damn. How many times can I say "floor" when I meant "flower". But then again, you must acknowledge the power of CHARLES HAMILTON