The Flying Dutchmen - Drifter lyrics
[The Flying Dutchmen - Drifter lyrics]
Jon Murdock! Yo, break this shit down
For these motherfuckers, yo
Cut you like surgical position with
My burst of wisdom i'm the fourth
Your first dimension here to curse the system
First he kissed him, and second he fucked him
And at your favorite rapper
This shit is disgustin'
I'm nicer than all these
Commercial rap rhymers
Heath Ledger MCs, Brokeback Mountain climbers
A Bentley in a video
A chain and some bitches clubbin'
Even though the track is wack
All these kids will love it
The shit we rock, the music is ill
And the MCs that rhyme, they do it with skill
They do it without or they do it with deals
Put in the work for years and
They do it for real how you feel?
Y'all would never know what type
Of life I lead
The way I think, the emotions
All the sights I've seen
Through the good and bad times
I recite my dreams
Never stoppin', steady rockin'
Through this mic I breathe
On this mic
You's a wack motherfucker that think he nice
Made a few beats and say you
Got a deal with Winky Wright
You doing this music
You fluent with acoustics
Pulled two strings and Fruity Loop'd it
You stupid
I can't stand a Stan, I can't stand you, fam
Went to New York to see your bitch
Now you mans with Cam
I'm a leader, you's a follower, demolish ya
Sampled Oliver
Now the street's should acknowledge ya?
And Lil Wayne's the best?
(Yea right) I put these lames to rest
Blaze your chest, put the money up, pussy
Place your bets
Hip-Hop's dead as a door nail, I'm more ill
Immune to wack MCs, we at war still
'Cause y'all would never know what
Type of life I lead
The way I think, the emotions
All the sights I've seen
Through the good and bad times
I recite my dreams
Never stoppin', steady rockin'
Through this mic I breathe
Breathe ether, the beat heat seeker
Supreme speaker
Ceremony Master of rhymes, here to teach ya
A backpack of back smack you wack rappers
From now and here after
My presence creates a fear factor
When you see me, you know not to battle me
My lyrical overdose gives you
Nightmares from shallow sleep
Beneath the surface of gimmicks is my image
A vision that lasts three to five
Minutes and I'm in it
A 1080p signal is not an equal visual
I'm a million light years away
And that's the minimal
With a collage of adjectives and synonyms
I make the crowds wave back
And forth like a pendulum
'Cause y'all would never know what
Type of life I lead
The way I think, the emotions
All the sights I've seen
Through the good and bad times
I recite my dreams
Never stoppin', steady rockin'
Through this mic I breathe
Motherfuckers, yeah, Jon Murdock
Vanderslice on the motherfucking boards
All you wack MCs need to back the fuck up
This my time, bitch motherfuckers
You fucking commercial rap faggots
Ain't nothing fucking with this
Flying Dutchmen, motherfuckers
Never know, never know, never know
For these motherfuckers, yo
Cut you like surgical position with
My burst of wisdom i'm the fourth
Your first dimension here to curse the system
First he kissed him, and second he fucked him
And at your favorite rapper
This shit is disgustin'
I'm nicer than all these
Commercial rap rhymers
Heath Ledger MCs, Brokeback Mountain climbers
A Bentley in a video
A chain and some bitches clubbin'
Even though the track is wack
All these kids will love it
The shit we rock, the music is ill
And the MCs that rhyme, they do it with skill
They do it without or they do it with deals
Put in the work for years and
They do it for real how you feel?
Y'all would never know what type
Of life I lead
The way I think, the emotions
All the sights I've seen
Through the good and bad times
I recite my dreams
Never stoppin', steady rockin'
Through this mic I breathe
On this mic
You's a wack motherfucker that think he nice
Made a few beats and say you
Got a deal with Winky Wright
You doing this music
You fluent with acoustics
Pulled two strings and Fruity Loop'd it
You stupid
I can't stand a Stan, I can't stand you, fam
Went to New York to see your bitch
Now you mans with Cam
I'm a leader, you's a follower, demolish ya
Sampled Oliver
Now the street's should acknowledge ya?
And Lil Wayne's the best?
(Yea right) I put these lames to rest
Blaze your chest, put the money up, pussy
Place your bets
Hip-Hop's dead as a door nail, I'm more ill
Immune to wack MCs, we at war still
'Cause y'all would never know what
Type of life I lead
The way I think, the emotions
All the sights I've seen
Through the good and bad times
I recite my dreams
Never stoppin', steady rockin'
Through this mic I breathe
Breathe ether, the beat heat seeker
Supreme speaker
Ceremony Master of rhymes, here to teach ya
A backpack of back smack you wack rappers
From now and here after
My presence creates a fear factor
When you see me, you know not to battle me
My lyrical overdose gives you
Nightmares from shallow sleep
Beneath the surface of gimmicks is my image
A vision that lasts three to five
Minutes and I'm in it
A 1080p signal is not an equal visual
I'm a million light years away
And that's the minimal
With a collage of adjectives and synonyms
I make the crowds wave back
And forth like a pendulum
'Cause y'all would never know what
Type of life I lead
The way I think, the emotions
All the sights I've seen
Through the good and bad times
I recite my dreams
Never stoppin', steady rockin'
Through this mic I breathe
Motherfuckers, yeah, Jon Murdock
Vanderslice on the motherfucking boards
All you wack MCs need to back the fuck up
This my time, bitch motherfuckers
You fucking commercial rap faggots
Ain't nothing fucking with this
Flying Dutchmen, motherfuckers
Never know, never know, never know