Durag Dynasty, Evidence - Spiral Event lyrics
[Durag Dynasty, Evidence - Spiral Event lyrics]
Soundclasher, broadcaster
Grandmaster masher, rap rapture
Capture patterns with such stature
Staggering style addict they can't
Stomach the status
Off kilter, sketch colorful graphics
Habit, straight radical
Hannibal's mathematical sun Tzu
The literature's literally that tactical
Son you, fatherless child, out of the vile
Hands down, dance over the drums, James Brown
General Gemstar, Custard blade
Cut you for the roughage
You can't ketchup, you all mustard
With no originality, cats is pitifully wack
With little league raps over t ball tracks
Listen, simple and plain
Y'all outta pocket like loose change
All we saying is pick up your game
It's gold chain, slang bang
Splashin' and thrashin', niggas rappin'
Ask me what happened
I've been cuttin' niggas down for log cabins
The dog yap
The guns clap quicker than a bark or a bite
But you niggas is
Undecided like hermaphrodites
S'posed to be blastin' your
Pistols not flashin' right
Well your lyrics ain't killin' nobody
So pass the mic
If you ain't killed nothin', you
Gon' let it live, sensitive
Frontin' but soft as a baby with
A bib with a titty suckin'
Me I be titty fuckin'
Them chickenheads be cluckin'
Lookin' for chicken feed
Picture me trickin' somethin'
I got a trick for her, can she figure it out
Wanna see a magic stick disappear
Open ya mouth
Brown bag baptize lyrics in brown water
Suffer close quarter post traumatic
Head shot disorder kangol, spit fire
My rhymes syllable slaughter
Beretta leave holes in you grips
The size of quarters
Me and Waka Flocka was
Coolin' at the Palladium
Jumped out the helicopter
Into another stadium
With drugs that can't flush and
Guns that can't jam
A rush association with the Tuscany blend
It's a custom, deem people, evil
Believe no, hear no, see heaven
Below the needle lethal
Five members of the Beatles equal
December I was live till November
With the Mayan prequel
The most tatted passport in history
Another category class A victory
Millie pulled a pistol in the winter
The list of Schindler
Where the sinners and killers
Dealers and villains living under
Ceilings and pillars stealers of millions
Still a fuckin' winner with no feelings
I'm ever catching
Dynasty Du without the lesson
Pyramid money is professsion
Nefertiti hanging like an anchor
I'm like a banker, Haitian gold motivation
Working Turkish, circulate paper
Fuck around, go ahead
Be the quickest way to meet Mother Nature
My every statement is
Disrespectful and blatant
Sophistication is calculated for greatness
But hold the math, total mass
Wax like phonograph
Tracks, soul controller rap
Snap like photograph raps is lethal
This dosage of dope packaged for people
Backseat you with the Eagle, evil
It's a stick up order of seafood
So be cool or get beat on
I'm the original so take that
Bullshit back to Pelan
You little fragile ass peons
Freeze up like freon liquid source
My niggas is on we flip shit different
Spiral event, another shipment
Charge me with the violent intent
Try to say the God fell off, whatever
Ya mama nigga i'm hot like the lama in
Your bomber with drama
Osama, Obama, Hussein Saddam, bomb palmer
Don Karma, crack rock pecan, body armor don
Polly on the song long with no training
Straight up
I leave that shit bodied then I'm gone nigga
Grandmaster masher, rap rapture
Capture patterns with such stature
Staggering style addict they can't
Stomach the status
Off kilter, sketch colorful graphics
Habit, straight radical
Hannibal's mathematical sun Tzu
The literature's literally that tactical
Son you, fatherless child, out of the vile
Hands down, dance over the drums, James Brown
General Gemstar, Custard blade
Cut you for the roughage
You can't ketchup, you all mustard
With no originality, cats is pitifully wack
With little league raps over t ball tracks
Listen, simple and plain
Y'all outta pocket like loose change
All we saying is pick up your game
It's gold chain, slang bang
Splashin' and thrashin', niggas rappin'
Ask me what happened
I've been cuttin' niggas down for log cabins
The dog yap
The guns clap quicker than a bark or a bite
But you niggas is
Undecided like hermaphrodites
S'posed to be blastin' your
Pistols not flashin' right
Well your lyrics ain't killin' nobody
So pass the mic
If you ain't killed nothin', you
Gon' let it live, sensitive
Frontin' but soft as a baby with
A bib with a titty suckin'
Me I be titty fuckin'
Them chickenheads be cluckin'
Lookin' for chicken feed
Picture me trickin' somethin'
I got a trick for her, can she figure it out
Wanna see a magic stick disappear
Open ya mouth
Brown bag baptize lyrics in brown water
Suffer close quarter post traumatic
Head shot disorder kangol, spit fire
My rhymes syllable slaughter
Beretta leave holes in you grips
The size of quarters
Me and Waka Flocka was
Coolin' at the Palladium
Jumped out the helicopter
Into another stadium
With drugs that can't flush and
Guns that can't jam
A rush association with the Tuscany blend
It's a custom, deem people, evil
Believe no, hear no, see heaven
Below the needle lethal
Five members of the Beatles equal
December I was live till November
With the Mayan prequel
The most tatted passport in history
Another category class A victory
Millie pulled a pistol in the winter
The list of Schindler
Where the sinners and killers
Dealers and villains living under
Ceilings and pillars stealers of millions
Still a fuckin' winner with no feelings
I'm ever catching
Dynasty Du without the lesson
Pyramid money is professsion
Nefertiti hanging like an anchor
I'm like a banker, Haitian gold motivation
Working Turkish, circulate paper
Fuck around, go ahead
Be the quickest way to meet Mother Nature
My every statement is
Disrespectful and blatant
Sophistication is calculated for greatness
But hold the math, total mass
Wax like phonograph
Tracks, soul controller rap
Snap like photograph raps is lethal
This dosage of dope packaged for people
Backseat you with the Eagle, evil
It's a stick up order of seafood
So be cool or get beat on
I'm the original so take that
Bullshit back to Pelan
You little fragile ass peons
Freeze up like freon liquid source
My niggas is on we flip shit different
Spiral event, another shipment
Charge me with the violent intent
Try to say the God fell off, whatever
Ya mama nigga i'm hot like the lama in
Your bomber with drama
Osama, Obama, Hussein Saddam, bomb palmer
Don Karma, crack rock pecan, body armor don
Polly on the song long with no training
Straight up
I leave that shit bodied then I'm gone nigga