Prozack Turner - Gold Chain (feat. Richie Cunning)

I'm not a spoken word artist or a journalist
I'm not a singer I don't care about a perfect pitch
First to spit and I stop flows like tourniquets
Turner get the party turned out that's what my purpose is
On stage got it covered like a poncho
Give me space Chewbacca with a crossbow
Come on bro you'll get smacked like bongos
You're softer than drinking box wine ina condo
Hope can break your heart or it can make you a star
I'm not on Clearchannel never sold at K Mart
Kept spittin' and I'm back on you're radar
In a monster truck doing donuts in the graveyard
My rhymes got the minds of my rivals blown
Lyrics I write resonate like a vibraphone
My mind deep as Dr. Strange on L.S.D.
G. Koop on the track he got hella beats

Gold chain on my chest ha
Gold chain on my gold chain on my
Gold chain on my chest ha
While ya'll were just rappin' we get the set crackin'
Gold chain on my chest ha
Gold chain on my gold chain on my
Gold chain on my chest ha
While ya'll were just rappin' we get the set crackin'

You gotta cuban link but ya music stink
You a gold plated Ruger shootin' super blanks
I'm in my big ole chair breathin' that Frisco air
With the city on my back like a scuba tank
Let me kick a rhyme with Prozack spittin'
While I'm gettin' kinda tore back tippin' like a domino
Word to momma yo the only time
I took a page out your book I was learnin' some origami folds
Here's a crane here's a mother fucking leap frog
Now here's a microphone you ain't allowed to speak on
run along find a bongo to beat
And come back when you ready to drum me a couple neat songs
Sorry bro I don't make up the rules
Your Smokey Robinson ass always playing the fool
And I ain't here to take you to school
You wanna get your feet wet take a break in the pool Rico

Gold chain on my chest ha
Gold chain on my gold chain on my
Gold chain on my chest ha
While ya'll were just rappin' we get the set crackin'
Gold chain on my chest ha
Gold chain on my gold chain on my
Gold chain on my chest ha
While ya'll were just rappin' we get the set crackin'

We're mentally above ya like flies to a dumpster
Ever since a youngster been a sculptor of culture
I've had my dreams fall apart at the seams
So you'll never hear me uttering a not so hot sixteen
But I don't bitch I don't whine like Sangria
I turn the pain into heaters don't complain either
Pen and pad and twenty minutes gotta another heater
I'm Ghengis Khan I'm Red Cloud I'm Caesar
Sense of humor make a salt mine thirsty
A greaser in a derby and a Bo Jackson Jersey
I'm Bill Murray I'm Bruce Lee I'm Eddie Murphy
I'm James Brown I'm Roy Jones I'm Steph Curry
Oakland O.G. Night Doggie to Soul Beat crow's feet rockin' in my gold teeth
It's going down like Kobe with mo' heat
I hit the game winning shot in O.T.

Gold chain on my chest ha
Gold chain on my gold chain on my
Gold chain on my chest ha
While ya'll were just rappin' we get the set crackin'
Gold chain on my chest ha
Gold chain on my gold chain on my
Gold chain on my chest ha
While ya'll were just rappin' we get the set crackin'

Written by:
Richard Lipton, Zachary Turner

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