Incindious471199 feat RICHMOND – Beyond the Diamonds, Beyond the Gold

Profound 8 dimensional sound quality enhanced by Quantum HD Hypercube infinite auditory enhancer, Sidechained into multispectral 128k quasi quasar auditory master mixer flawless perfection, This a Trap Rap Hip Hop R&B Hardbass psychedelic orchestral symphony of gangsta rap dirty Atlanta Trap boom bap dark jazz Hard Bass wobble immaculate supersonic soundscape design, Binaural beat frequencies in the background blow your mind, We got a mashup of 707/808/909 percussion, with smooth groove hard hitting Jupiter 8, Minimoog Model D, Mellotron MK II running billionaire ted talks in reverse, Juno 60, Yamaha DX 7 and Wandering Genie Electric Organ with Drum Machine instrumentation, The mood is triumphant victorious glorious champion celebratory glory, Perfection

[Verse-first rapper, Incindious, southern backwoods Caucasian male trap-rap vocals autotune vocoder effects]
(Mmm) (Yeah, yeah, yeah) (Ooh) (Ooh) (Yeah) I know y'all feel it, Y'all feelin it? Them chills, make ya hair stand up. Like my overflowing cup. 'Bout to get hit with that raw ministry energy. Vanquish all our enemies. And if you ain't into me, best get in synergy. This that prime minister, that chef de cuisine. Every room in my house stacked to the ceilin with green. Got so much paper, ain't got no more room. Got more treasure than a Pharaoh's tomb. But the real secret, the real flex, the master drip. Finna come hit ya like the crack of a whip. And that's that; Beyond the diamonds, beyond the gold, beyond the shimmering, glistening light of my soul. What makes me whole? What makes it so tight? What makes it so right? It's the ministry. My people, stick with me. Through the dead of night, they make sure I'm all right. When we on that private flight, it's nothin but champagne caviar and Pee Bee arR, We going to the stars. Y'all can't contest this. Feds can't arrest this. This the best shit. This a number one hit. I'mma pass it on. I'mma hand it off, to Mr. President. Richmond, the gotdamn boss. Oh, you know that's right, hedgefund on the finest finance, growth exponential, but what comin next, finna boutta be, the Ohh Gee, straight presidential credential flawless auditory architecturality, look up pay attention to the one and only Richmond, the most exquisite luxurious furious finest quality, y'all finna see, passin the Mike, to the exclusive executive founder of the whole ministry of flex, hold on tight, sign ya checks and get cha mind blown by what finna come next....

RICHMOND!
(Yeah… step aside, step aside)
Prime Minister just blessed the whole room,
left the ceiling dripping with that backwoods boom.
He the chef of the cosmos, cooking galaxies slow,
I’m just here to taste the universe he plated with gold.

He carved the throne, I sit on it.
He lit the torch, I run with it.
He built the ministry brick by brick,
and I’m the flex that comes after it.

Incindious, that fire in the furnace
man forged my crown before I even earned it.
He the roots, I’m the reach, he the myth, I’m the sequel,
we like two kings flexin' in the same cathedral!

Now watch me lift this flex to the sky,
champagne rain make the angels cry.
Private jet? Nah
he booked the jet, I made the clouds part open.
See the ministry in motion!

Wallet overweight like it's holding grudges.
Drip too clean, even flex  heaven judges (what?!)

And Hedgefund perched like he CEO of the vault
Incindious raised the bar, I’m pavin’ roads in gold, no fault.
Streets paved in platinum, we glide when we roam
Ministry of Flex, man, we built a whole damn throne.

So salute the Prime Minister, honor the ministry line,
I’m Richmond the President holding this ship tilt
Leading from the front with the standards set high
Curating the flex ’til the whole world shines right!

Flex eternal.
Ministry immortal.
Prime Minister and Richmond
that’s a full-blown Fortune Portal.

BOOM!

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[Profound 8 dimensional sound quality enhanced by Quantum HD Hypercube infinite auditory enhancer. Sidechained into multispectral 128k quasi quasar auditory master mixer flawless perfection. This a Trap Rap Hip Hop R&B Hardbass psychedelic orchestral symphony of gangsta rap dirty Atlanta Trap boom bap dark jazz Hard Bass wobble immaculate supersonic soundscape design. Binaural beat frequencies in the background blow your mind. We got a mashup of 707/808/909 percussion, with smooth groove hard hitting Jupiter 8, Minimoog Model D, Mellotron MK II running billionaire ted talks in reverse, Juno 60, Yamaha DX 7 and Wandering Genie Electric Organ with Drum Machine instrumentation. The mood is triumphant victorious glorious champion celebratory glory. Perfection] [Verse-first rapper, Incindious, southern backwoods Caucasian male trap-rap vocals autotune vocoder effects] (Mmm) (Yeah, yeah, yeah) (Ooh) (Ooh) (Yeah) I know y'all feel it, Y'all feelin it? Them chills, make ya hair stand up. Like my overflowing cup. 'Bout to get hit with that raw ministry energy. Vanquish all our enemies. And if you ain't into me, best get in synergy. This that prime minister, that chef de cuisine. Every room in my house stacked to the ceilin with green. Got so much paper, ain't got no more room. Got more treasure than a Pharaoh's tomb. But the real secret, the real flex, the master drip. Finna come hit ya like the crack of a whip. And that's that; Beyond the diamonds, beyond the gold, beyond the shimmering, glistening light of my soul. What makes me whole? What makes it so tight? What makes it so right? It's the ministry. My people, stick with me. Through the dead of night, they make sure I'm all right. When we on that private flight, it's nothin but champagne caviar and Pee Bee arR, We going to the stars. Y'all can't contest this. Feds can't arrest this. This the best shit. This a number one hit. I'mma pass it on. I'mma hand it off, to Mr. President. Richmond, the gotdamn boss. Oh, you know that's right, hedgefund on the finest finance, growth exponential, but what comin next, finna boutta be, the Ohh Gee, straight presidential credential flawless auditory architecturality, look up pay attention to the one and only Richmond, the most exquisite luxurious furious finest quality, y'all finna see, passin the Mike, to the exclusive executive founder of the whole ministry of flex, hold on tight, sign ya checks and get cha mind blown by what finna come next.... RICHMOND! (Yeah… step aside, step aside) Prime Minister just blessed the whole room, left the ceiling dripping with that backwoods boom. He the chef of the cosmos, cooking galaxies slow, I’m just here to taste the universe he plated with gold. He carved the throne, I sit on it. He lit the torch, I run with it. He built the ministry brick by brick, and I’m the flex that comes after it. Incindious, that fire in the furnace man forged my crown before I even earned it. He the roots, I’m the reach, he the myth, I’m the sequel, we like two kings flexin' in the same cathedral! Now watch me lift this flex to the sky, champagne rain make the angels cry. Private jet? Nah he booked the jet, I made the clouds part open. See the ministry in motion! Wallet overweight like it's holding grudges. Drip too clean, even flex heaven judges (what?!) And Hedgefund perched like he CEO of the vault Incindious raised the bar, I’m pavin’ roads in gold, no fault. Streets paved in platinum, we glide when we roam Ministry of Flex, man, we built a whole damn throne. So salute the Prime Minister, honor the ministry line, I’m Richmond the President holding this ship tilt Leading from the front with the standards set high Curating the flex ’til the whole world shines right! Flex eternal. Ministry immortal. Prime Minister and Richmond that’s a full-blown Fortune Portal. BOOM!

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