It's 5 minutes till I'm on, I ain't talking show time/
Lift off, I'm a giant leap for mankind/
All up in your airwaves, I don't need a co-sign/
Strongest kid alive I'm, barely even 5'9"/
At my 9,5 / picturing the show sign/
At Apollo Hall, I wont ever see a break light/
And If I'm the new wave, consider me a great white/
Ry is no joke, he is something you don't take light/
Flight to the moon, thats my final frontier/
Sitting in my room, all my friends say I'm weird/
I'm a lost comet, so they comment on my gear/
I just try to keep it honest, 'cos thats the way it is/
Word to these kids, telling people what it is/
Turn my status online, and they treat me like a prince/
Heard, on the grapevine I'm, busy with some things/
So, in the meantime, consider, this a gift - Call it Star Time/
(Chorus)
Somebody said it's Star Time?!/
So I guess we better start, right?!/
Somebody said it's Star Time?!/
So I guess we better start, right?!/
Verse II:
From the second HAMLEY loops it, I could ruin careers/
I don't set out to do it, but it is what it is/
It's like damn, I'm trying to be the best in the biz/
So are you in it for friends, or are you trying to win?/
I want champion rings, the most in the business/
I'll put them on my toes, if I run out of fingers/
And every avenue they try to block and defeat us/
Do you know that's throwing fire, at the rise of the Phoenix?/
In other words, you should believe me it's useless/
And channel all that hate into some different uses/
Like the fact you're over 30 and you look a bit stupid/
I refuse to be you're age and still fixing computers/
The names Ry but lately its Reezus/
I can't wait for you to hear this fucking album, it's genius/
I'm taking off the afternoon, preparing my speeches/
Where I read the names of everyone who never believed us/
(Chorus x 1)
Verse III (We Want Ry)
Excuse this brief moment of real ness, please/
Excuse the noise ya boys back in the building/
They told me not speak and vow never to do this, but/
These rappers make me laugh like a reel full of bloopers/
They ain't in my orbit, I am rap without borders/
It's me and my choruses, cos all of em awesome/
Hide in the forest, start constructing a fortress/
When I'm bending words, like some sort of contortionist/
The fact that I kill em, you should stash and conceal him/
It ain't just catchy acrobatics, what I'm rapping is real ness/
Even back packers hate my rap but they feel this/
I ain't taking days off, I leave that to the Buellers/
They say I'm a nuisance, BUT - I guess if the shoe fits/
For now I'll run with it, cos - that's where the fuel is/
Man they be furious, I'm just curious, usually/
Why the fuck you listening, if you ain't find it amusing?/Uh/
They're really sucking or seriously lacking something/
I stuffed up enough to know I'm seriously onto something/
So when you hear a song thats Ry with Hamley Production/
Ain't nothing left for discussion, I kill and combust them/
It's, star time get your bars right, sucker/
I'm the man on the moon, with moon boots that'll stomp ya/
I command and I conquer, here's a double entendre/
I'm as bad as 'Puff' and B.I.G, don't make me go ''Diddy' Kong' ya/
They said I can't rap, that just make me go longer/
You be dancing with a Wolf, and that's no Kevin Costner/
I swoop like a vulture, at the top I'm alone/
My girl trippin' cos these women waiting after my shows/
I swear to god I don't know em, I swear that's honest to god/
Yeah I know it's a problem, but real problems it's not/
Remember I was writing verses, while working this job/
We probably struggle with rent, if I be shrugging em off/
I quit writing to brag, started writing to thank/
Appreciate all my fans, I got more rhymes in the tank/
So put your hands to the stars, like you're trying to pray/
'Cos t his musics a godsend, they be screaming my name, like/
