Prodigy of Mobb Deep, Durag Dynasty - Fish Meat lyrics
[Prodigy of Mobb Deep, Durag Dynasty - Fish Meat lyrics]
The black plastic
I never leave home without it
American express my thoughts and anger
Only disgusting beats
I up chuck somethin' real real sick
When it come to rap, this our shit
Just listen to this sound
This shit is hypnotic
Outside of this hip-hop, you not no monster
I got a rusty gem star
That’ll open up yo face
Like fish meat you real real soft
I walk off, pullin a joint real real calm
I should put a shot in your ass
(chill, chill, nah)
Fuck around, hit a artery, I'll kill Pa
He liked how I’m scarred, I’m poking no laws
Chinchilla blanket, pretty little scarlet
Pullin on a cone, take a little breather
We fuckin like animals and livin the
Life you only dream of
Here’s a monster herbal Essence my call
That’s word to my sponsor
Lay on the floor, here’s the glitch
We the generals
Fresh to death, flatline a rat in a blink
Kemetic link
Catholic bring a bag of those Benjis
Crime family rap, denjy and dirty
My killas strain hard like athletes
I used to bag birdies
Bare hands – powder my pores
Absorbing the high and the reason
My mind is dirty remember Juan, Don, Julio
Move, the motor’s runnin
Cheese slices, studio full
This stuff phenomenal
Bombing you with Hannibal spit's
My nautical shift
Suitin off audible clips, it’s the dynasty
Fire one round clique
Mashin on yo minor league
Cheeseburger and fries, supersize me
Tasmanian manie
Millionaire flex with the hatin and paintin
You really some fuckin crazy
Passport poetry, fiery diary
Words of wizardry polygamy guarding variety
Max the ministry, mock the mackin
Cure of swackin
You can blame it on the Nautica fashion
Go against this animalistic, twisted
From studying doctor York
To fuckin a mistress keep yo distance
Door stoch your 3rd eye surgically
Jump shot from bird’s eye 33
Masonic degree, green in the frontal leaf
Put green in my bank account constantly
Make magic
Disappeared and reappeared graphic
And fuck up the beat – something tragic
See the blue still rising in the air
You on dusty roads wrestling with raps
Rick Flare the champ, the chain
Throw a rag on your waves
Cut chemist, basically I’m nice with a blade
I never leave home without it
American express my thoughts and anger
Only disgusting beats
I up chuck somethin' real real sick
When it come to rap, this our shit
Just listen to this sound
This shit is hypnotic
Outside of this hip-hop, you not no monster
I got a rusty gem star
That’ll open up yo face
Like fish meat you real real soft
I walk off, pullin a joint real real calm
I should put a shot in your ass
(chill, chill, nah)
Fuck around, hit a artery, I'll kill Pa
He liked how I’m scarred, I’m poking no laws
Chinchilla blanket, pretty little scarlet
Pullin on a cone, take a little breather
We fuckin like animals and livin the
Life you only dream of
Here’s a monster herbal Essence my call
That’s word to my sponsor
Lay on the floor, here’s the glitch
We the generals
Fresh to death, flatline a rat in a blink
Kemetic link
Catholic bring a bag of those Benjis
Crime family rap, denjy and dirty
My killas strain hard like athletes
I used to bag birdies
Bare hands – powder my pores
Absorbing the high and the reason
My mind is dirty remember Juan, Don, Julio
Move, the motor’s runnin
Cheese slices, studio full
This stuff phenomenal
Bombing you with Hannibal spit's
My nautical shift
Suitin off audible clips, it’s the dynasty
Fire one round clique
Mashin on yo minor league
Cheeseburger and fries, supersize me
Tasmanian manie
Millionaire flex with the hatin and paintin
You really some fuckin crazy
Passport poetry, fiery diary
Words of wizardry polygamy guarding variety
Max the ministry, mock the mackin
Cure of swackin
You can blame it on the Nautica fashion
Go against this animalistic, twisted
From studying doctor York
To fuckin a mistress keep yo distance
Door stoch your 3rd eye surgically
Jump shot from bird’s eye 33
Masonic degree, green in the frontal leaf
Put green in my bank account constantly
Make magic
Disappeared and reappeared graphic
And fuck up the beat – something tragic
See the blue still rising in the air
You on dusty roads wrestling with raps
Rick Flare the champ, the chain
Throw a rag on your waves
Cut chemist, basically I’m nice with a blade