Da Circle, Aka Clive Burrows, Spectre - Dyametro lyrics
[Da Circle, Aka Clive Burrows, Spectre - Dyametro lyrics]
The uncool rap assassin
The dude's back in action
Thinking bout life
Tryna pursue something lasting
Who's bouta gas him
When he proves he's the master
When he starts to rap faster
In your view it's disaster
My words hit like steel blades
Don't feel great can't school me
Like field days, being real pays
Being real pays
Till you get a little fame and some money
Now these bitches acting funny
Now these niggas acting funny
Fuck you want from me, nigga?
Coming from the dungeon, nigga
Aka where yer hoes dragged
Close doored and now the whores trapped
Fuck rap
Just a distraction from gun capping these
Hoes, I'm pimp slapping, they jocking
Ticking tocking and stopping the watch frozen
The flow going i'm showboating ill stop tho
And let specs fill it like on mixes of olden
Now go
With the best flow let the rest know
That this kids boutta be up next though
When I slide on the beat, like home plate
You probably drive with your feet
You're the stone age i'm the future
You need a boost up
You can't be on my level, speak of the devil
Eating these beats
Now they seeking to settle
All disputes, saw a fool, bought a stool
You might wanna sit down
When I'm taunting you, it's hard to do
Heard that nigga specs?
Dare a nigga fucking step
To the best, get wrecked, with finesse
From the blessed vocals
From dem frederick locals
More exactly the secret circle
Murking these circle jerkers
Till they dripping purple
Putting worthless slags in hearses
Perfect verses
Coming from the 7th, flight, from heaven
I'll arrive at 9 divide it by 11
Main objective s of my algorithms
Vocal prisms, smug and potent CHILLIN
Smoking on some ronald roaches
Call it audio-toking, im blowing and killin
Thought he was joking
I was serious as Mona Lisa
Gonna teach ya, phone a preacher
Talking with God
My words over your head, you toss 'em aside
I'm on a roll, like Rick Ross on his side
Call myself an author with pride
Assault and get robbed
Lyrically I'm a coffin that's wide
Throwing salt in your eyes
I'm adult in the size of my cerebral cortex
Ain't seen the Source yet
My rhymes got 'em slipping
I believe the floors wet
The dude's back in action
Thinking bout life
Tryna pursue something lasting
Who's bouta gas him
When he proves he's the master
When he starts to rap faster
In your view it's disaster
My words hit like steel blades
Don't feel great can't school me
Like field days, being real pays
Being real pays
Till you get a little fame and some money
Now these bitches acting funny
Now these niggas acting funny
Fuck you want from me, nigga?
Coming from the dungeon, nigga
Aka where yer hoes dragged
Close doored and now the whores trapped
Fuck rap
Just a distraction from gun capping these
Hoes, I'm pimp slapping, they jocking
Ticking tocking and stopping the watch frozen
The flow going i'm showboating ill stop tho
And let specs fill it like on mixes of olden
Now go
With the best flow let the rest know
That this kids boutta be up next though
When I slide on the beat, like home plate
You probably drive with your feet
You're the stone age i'm the future
You need a boost up
You can't be on my level, speak of the devil
Eating these beats
Now they seeking to settle
All disputes, saw a fool, bought a stool
You might wanna sit down
When I'm taunting you, it's hard to do
Heard that nigga specs?
Dare a nigga fucking step
To the best, get wrecked, with finesse
From the blessed vocals
From dem frederick locals
More exactly the secret circle
Murking these circle jerkers
Till they dripping purple
Putting worthless slags in hearses
Perfect verses
Coming from the 7th, flight, from heaven
I'll arrive at 9 divide it by 11
Main objective s of my algorithms
Vocal prisms, smug and potent CHILLIN
Smoking on some ronald roaches
Call it audio-toking, im blowing and killin
Thought he was joking
I was serious as Mona Lisa
Gonna teach ya, phone a preacher
Talking with God
My words over your head, you toss 'em aside
I'm on a roll, like Rick Ross on his side
Call myself an author with pride
Assault and get robbed
Lyrically I'm a coffin that's wide
Throwing salt in your eyes
I'm adult in the size of my cerebral cortex
Ain't seen the Source yet
My rhymes got 'em slipping
I believe the floors wet