Madchild - DNA lyrics
[Madchild - DNA lyrics]
I got demons in my DNA
That's why everyday I'm on that PMA
Come at me and end up DOA
All my friends are shooters, homie
We no play
Yeah
This is anarchy with more strategic perjury
Brace yourself for impact, orthopedic surgery
Making up for lost time
Now I move with urgency
You don't want to cross the line
Vancouver emergency
Woah, snap like I'm Satan, spit it blatantly
My head is full of crazy ideas
There's no more vacancy
Didn't reach my pinnacle
Lunar eclipse was minimal
All my lines are linear
Lunatics in my lineage
Guardian of the Galaxy, a space raccoon
Face tattoo, Gucci plates and place mats too
Lots of mirrors in the crib
It makes me face facts too
But, I've got memories that I don't
Like to trace back to ugh
I got demons in my DNA
That's why everyday I'm on that PMA
Come at me and end up DOA
All my friends are shooters, homie
We no play
Point, fuck around and you
Gon' need six pumpers
Will scream it in my head, above bangs
Shave my head, I'ma fuckin' ba ba bang
Shoot 'em for the great white
Shark in a small quale
Oh, you make a song a day?
That would explain a lot
Too many empty freight cars in
Your train of thought
Life is complicated with a lot
Of crazy moving parts
Only like a girl if she's
Quiet when the movie starts
Too assassinate again is still
An active dream kill your character but I'll
Need an extraction team
My operation in progress
My occupation is spazzing your occupation
That's an occupational hazard
Mad's a victim of worrying
Mad's addicted to hurrying
Mad is wickedly furiously
Be meticulously scurrying
Scrambling around to pick the pieces
Of the puzzle up
Put it back together, get the picture
Get my hustle up
I got demons in my DNA
That's why everyday I'm on that PMA
Come at me and end up DOA
All my friends are shooters, homie
We no play
That's why everyday I'm on that PMA
Come at me and end up DOA
All my friends are shooters, homie
We no play
Yeah
This is anarchy with more strategic perjury
Brace yourself for impact, orthopedic surgery
Making up for lost time
Now I move with urgency
You don't want to cross the line
Vancouver emergency
Woah, snap like I'm Satan, spit it blatantly
My head is full of crazy ideas
There's no more vacancy
Didn't reach my pinnacle
Lunar eclipse was minimal
All my lines are linear
Lunatics in my lineage
Guardian of the Galaxy, a space raccoon
Face tattoo, Gucci plates and place mats too
Lots of mirrors in the crib
It makes me face facts too
But, I've got memories that I don't
Like to trace back to ugh
I got demons in my DNA
That's why everyday I'm on that PMA
Come at me and end up DOA
All my friends are shooters, homie
We no play
Point, fuck around and you
Gon' need six pumpers
Will scream it in my head, above bangs
Shave my head, I'ma fuckin' ba ba bang
Shoot 'em for the great white
Shark in a small quale
Oh, you make a song a day?
That would explain a lot
Too many empty freight cars in
Your train of thought
Life is complicated with a lot
Of crazy moving parts
Only like a girl if she's
Quiet when the movie starts
Too assassinate again is still
An active dream kill your character but I'll
Need an extraction team
My operation in progress
My occupation is spazzing your occupation
That's an occupational hazard
Mad's a victim of worrying
Mad's addicted to hurrying
Mad is wickedly furiously
Be meticulously scurrying
Scrambling around to pick the pieces
Of the puzzle up
Put it back together, get the picture
Get my hustle up
I got demons in my DNA
That's why everyday I'm on that PMA
Come at me and end up DOA
All my friends are shooters, homie
We no play