[00:17.19]Knock knock, hello, a 6 foot fellow
[00:20.57]I'm never too far from the Hood and the Ghetto
[00:22.82]King of beats, I'm a musical Pharaoh
[00:25.07]you can call me classic but I don't play the Cello
[00:27.38]got a slick style that the people call mellow
[00:29.63]I got punch lines like Abbot and Costello
[00:31.88]who's on first base? Ya'll know my M. O.
[00:34.25]now I got chicks saying “listen to my demo”
[00:36.69]there's something so cute about a women in yellow
[00:38.69]call me Casanova, bustin' cherries like Morello
[00:40.25]Italian charm you can call me Angelo
[00:43.00]to die like Othello
[00:44.32]Question Mark, N. O
[00:45.50]a bunch of MC's and we build like Lego
[00:47.38]trying to take this rap shit to another level
[00:50.00]how many MC's?
[00:50.88]I don't know, several
[00:51.82]top champions so we bus' a gold medal
[00:54.51]Messiahbolical
[00:55.76]Uh, ah, I'm the illest you'll ever know
[00:57.38]a big deal, syllable centrefold
[00:58.44]with a solid gold metal coated De La Soul
[01:01.13]pellet gun tongue, fire Ella Fitzgerald notes
[01:03.44]while you silicones sell a soul
[01:06.19]bars fill like a catapult cantaloupes
[01:08.26]vocal chord cannibal calibre
[01:10.00]hop aboard Hannibal's acting up
[01:13.01]yeah, and the flows so breezy
[01:14.94]face looking Jermaine Jackson greasy
[01:16.88]and I'm running a mock all over the beat
[01:19.45]nobody wanna compete
[01:20.07]nobody ****ing with we
[01:21.38]I'm dropping more in a week than you can drop in a year
[01:24.00]you're falling off of the edge,
[01:25.26]you might as well disappear
[01:26.32]and me and DL, CL Smooth
[01:27.69]so when he helps me out, we help you
[01:30.57]Pyrelli
[01:30.82]They say “it's a cold world” so supply your own heat
[01:33.44]I'm that fire guy delivering pyro-techniques on a beat
[01:35.32]damaging any MC in every area each
[01:37.25]blame the chip on my shoulder gripping a pole,
[01:39.32]I bury your dreams
[01:40.51]while the Jazzy Blackcurrent keep the scene so serene
[01:42.01]leave stains on your screen,
[01:42.89]I'm stepping in clean and mean with the scoop and the scope
[01:44.95]huh', rolling up my sleeves,
[01:45.76]flick the collar on my coat
[01:46.70]coming live from the streets,
[01:47.51]I holler the dollar quotes
[01:48.58]talking bout life and trying to cope
[01:50.01]feeling like a successful bloke
[01:51.02]keeping the flow so ever so dope is how I turn fans to fiends
[01:53.14]with G' code of conduct lyrically,
[01:54.70]s*******es written calligraphy
[01:55.26]I'm up in the upper echelon for the extra visibility
[01:57.20]hanging haters for mimickery,
[01:57.95]drown em' in my celebrity
[01:59.32]I tap dance on your facade,
[02:01.26]gangster choreography
[02:01.70]consider this my policy,
[02:03.51]follow me as I topple trees
[02:04.89]chillin' in the comfort zone,
[02:05.95]the place you got to be
[02:07.51]Dukus Alemay
[02:08.08]You should stay put if you're gonna fight me
[02:10.14]just like Facebook, you can only like me
[02:11.51]so you go back on your own word
[02:13.02]looking all dumb so you may look like you un-liked me
[02:15.39]way too many who hate
[02:17.74]too many fakes need to see the dentist,
[02:19.86]they toothache
[02:20.61]say they move weight when they knew
[02:22.73]they wasn't even nowhere near the level of a true great
[02:25.17]true say they're confused with delusion
[02:26.80]at the red light not moving, snoozing
[02:29.05]they think it's magic, I know it's illusion
[02:31.79]cos I made em' think they're winning when they're losing
[02:34.05]I'm living like the world's gonna end tomorrow
[02:36.67]so if you follow me there's gonna be sorrow
[02:38.73]cos the path is treacherous
[02:40.24]and I won't ever rest til' I reach the top of Everest
[02:42.61]so you should never test me
[02:43.67]Sus
[02:44.16]I'm trying to get doe, stack til' it grows mould
[02:46.53]big d**ks swinging in a room, Trojan flow
[02:47.73]so I go slow, still jealous ones wanna hit with a low blow
[02:50.54]I'mma homophobe in a room of a*****es
[02:53.17]so I stone cold stun em' on the throat, Kimbo to the nose
[02:56.25]face, riddled them with lumps
[02:57.62]don't call the Po-Po
[02:58.62]I act like grown folk
[02:59.95]beat you with a belt I sent you out for
[03:02.31]oust you outlaws, underground to outdoors,
[03:04.69]stay in your house more
[03:05.82]cos I ain't inna' that chitty chat silly crap,
[03:08.01]simple home run face kissing on a her back
[03:10.44]“BLAOW!!, best you behave
[03:12.51]see me in a rave, don't say my name
[03:14.70]you've got no heat, ****!
[03:16.45]you're more like a black man trying to sun bathe in the shade
[03:19.33]Ricko Capito
[03:19.77]Hey yo' Funky, drop the drums please on this dumb beat
[03:22.27]bass will make em' fall of the wall like H**pty
[03:24.46]latecomers don't need to wear no dunce C.A.P.
[03:25.95]in the corner just get comfy
[03:28.58]get to know me, I'm a nice brother
[03:30.40]just like a hot knife and the beats like butter
[03:32.89]I move to every beat like “shut up!”
[03:35.64]you're about to die and meet your maker for touch ups
[03:37.77]PRS will have my bank account buffed up
[03:39.64]the Queens heads got me sprung, I'm loved up
[03:42.41]yeah, I just thought that I'd share that
[03:44.42]I breed flows when I tear tracks bareback
[03:46.05]wait, my lowest level is a million
[03:48.61]and your highest level is ten so you ain't near that
[03:51.22]R.I.C.K.O. that's Ricko C.A.P. line dot T. O.

Knock knock, hello, a 6 foot fellow
I'm never too far from the Hood and the Ghetto
King of beats, I'm a musical Pharaoh
you can call me classic but I don't play the Cello
got a slick style that the people call mellow
I got punch lines like Abbot and Costello
who's on first base? Ya'll know my M. O.
now I got chicks saying “listen to my demo”
there's something so cute about a women in yellow
call me Casanova, bustin' cherries like Morello
Italian charm you can call me Angelo
to die like Othello
Question Mark, N. O
a bunch of MC's and we build like Lego
trying to take this rap shit to another level
how many MC's?
I don't know, several
top champions so we bus' a gold medal
Messiahbolical
Uh, ah, I'm the illest you'll ever know
a big deal, syllable centrefold
with a solid gold metal coated De La Soul
pellet gun tongue, fire Ella Fitzgerald notes
while you silicones sell a soul
bars fill like a catapult cantaloupes
vocal chord cannibal calibre
hop aboard Hannibal's acting up
yeah, and the flows so breezy
face looking Jermaine Jackson greasy
and I'm running a mock all over the beat
nobody wanna compete
nobody ****ing with we
I'm dropping more in a week than you can drop in a year
you're falling off of the edge,
you might as well disappear
and me and DL, CL Smooth
so when he helps me out, we help you
Pyrelli
They say “it's a cold world” so supply your own heat
I'm that fire guy delivering pyro-techniques on a beat
damaging any MC in every area each
blame the chip on my shoulder gripping a pole,
I bury your dreams
while the Jazzy Blackcurrent keep the scene so serene
leave stains on your screen,
I'm stepping in clean and mean with the scoop and the scope
huh', rolling up my sleeves,
flick the collar on my coat
coming live from the streets,
I holler the dollar quotes
talking bout life and trying to cope
feeling like a successful bloke
keeping the flow so ever so dope is how I turn fans to fiends
with G' code of conduct lyrically,
s*******es written calligraphy
I'm up in the upper echelon for the extra visibility
hanging haters for mimickery,
drown em' in my celebrity
I tap dance on your facade,
gangster choreography
consider this my policy,
follow me as I topple trees
chillin' in the comfort zone,
the place you got to be
Dukus Alemay
You should stay put if you're gonna fight me
just like Facebook, you can only like me
so you go back on your own word
looking all dumb so you may look like you un-liked me
way too many who hate
too many fakes need to see the dentist,
they toothache
say they move weight when they knew
they wasn't even nowhere near the level of a true great
true say they're confused with delusion
at the red light not moving, snoozing
they think it's magic, I know it's illusion
cos I made em' think they're winning when they're losing
I'm living like the world's gonna end tomorrow
so if you follow me there's gonna be sorrow
cos the path is treacherous
and I won't ever rest til' I reach the top of Everest
so you should never test me
Sus
I'm trying to get doe, stack til' it grows mould
big d**ks swinging in a room, Trojan flow
so I go slow, still jealous ones wanna hit with a low blow
I'mma homophobe in a room of a*****es
so I stone cold stun em' on the throat, Kimbo to the nose
face, riddled them with lumps
don't call the Po-Po
I act like grown folk
beat you with a belt I sent you out for
oust you outlaws, underground to outdoors,
stay in your house more
cos I ain't inna' that chitty chat silly crap,
simple home run face kissing on a her back
“BLAOW!!, best you behave
see me in a rave, don't say my name
you've got no heat, ****!
you're more like a black man trying to sun bathe in the shade
Ricko Capito
Hey yo' Funky, drop the drums please on this dumb beat
bass will make em' fall of the wall like H**pty
latecomers don't need to wear no dunce C.A.P.
in the corner just get comfy
get to know me, I'm a nice brother
just like a hot knife and the beats like butter
I move to every beat like “shut up!”
you're about to die and meet your maker for touch ups
PRS will have my bank account buffed up
the Queens heads got me sprung, I'm loved up
yeah, I just thought that I'd share that
I breed flows when I tear tracks bareback
wait, my lowest level is a million
and your highest level is ten so you ain't near that
R.I.C.K.O. that's Ricko C.A.P. line dot T. O.