D.T.F.N.
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⏱️ 3:55 duration
🆔 ID: 1952318
📜 Lyrics
I let my mind mental, going back to grind central
It is essential that I move my pencil
My credentials and my dental make it nice and simple
So y'all can hear it, never fear it, and you come and listen (Listen up, listen up)
Cause rhyme style forever glisten, making it a mission
For rap to be a New-Age-established religion
So we gon' move it in my pulpit
My tabernacle will shackle any emcees that want step to me and battle
I'm keepin' the peace and order while I'm hittin' the gavel
You talkin' that bullshit? You gonna hit the gravel
Cause I'm gonna do what I can and do what I must
Those silly motherfuckas can't rock the mic—they need to hush (Shut up)
I'll be your favorite fanatical lyrical lush
Feeding your ears with grade A lyrical food stuffs
Making you blush when you hear it
Making your spirit overjoyed from these lyrics—after, you want to spit it (Yeah)
Honey, we vivid on candid camera—now, I'm scarin' ya
Like Godzilla fightin' Gamera, spreadin' malaria (Ha ha)
In ya area, pandemonium just abound
The design'll hit ya town with that musical sound now
And move the crowd with the graphic displays
Of physical waves that make you wanna lose it for days
Nigga, we made lyrical art and serenade
Impress the mind like miracles in biblical days
Blessin' the club with my presence, forgettin' all of my lessons
The only protection that I'm carryin' is not a weapon
Gets to high steppin' when you see me
No man can ever beat me
I sit back and shine hard—believe me, I'm glistenin'
Talkin' bullshit while bitches listenin'
Pushin' a bubble, I sittin' hard on black Michelin
Wrapped around a 20-inch, buff shine ridiculous
Freak nasty hoes, squat down and lick meticulous
You hearin' this? Keepin' these chicken heads delirious
With the vocab and the neck sparklin' serious
Come on, shorty. Don't look shy—no need fearin' this
With your cute eyes, fat thighs and hair marvelous (Yeah)
Your skin tone melodic, your voice sound exotic
You're so fine, potpourri scent from when you farted
Let's get it started back at my place, gettin' retarded
And don't be actin' brand-new, boo—we gettin' on it
So what you talk about?
Here are my digits, so hit the walkabout
So we can set it up in the truck
You know we bout ta fuck
So light it up. I'm blazin' yo mind
We passin' the time. Fuck doin' lines
We sippin' on expensive wine. Damn you're fine
Pretty brown thighs I'm gonna climb. Body sublime
Sippin' Coronas, lickin' the lime
Line for line, it be the Cise rippin' your mind
So give me some time so we can unwind
It is essential that I move my pencil
My credentials and my dental make it nice and simple
So y'all can hear it, never fear it, and you come and listen (Listen up, listen up)
Cause rhyme style forever glisten, making it a mission
For rap to be a New-Age-established religion
So we gon' move it in my pulpit
My tabernacle will shackle any emcees that want step to me and battle
I'm keepin' the peace and order while I'm hittin' the gavel
You talkin' that bullshit? You gonna hit the gravel
Cause I'm gonna do what I can and do what I must
Those silly motherfuckas can't rock the mic—they need to hush (Shut up)
I'll be your favorite fanatical lyrical lush
Feeding your ears with grade A lyrical food stuffs
Making you blush when you hear it
Making your spirit overjoyed from these lyrics—after, you want to spit it (Yeah)
Honey, we vivid on candid camera—now, I'm scarin' ya
Like Godzilla fightin' Gamera, spreadin' malaria (Ha ha)
In ya area, pandemonium just abound
The design'll hit ya town with that musical sound now
And move the crowd with the graphic displays
Of physical waves that make you wanna lose it for days
Nigga, we made lyrical art and serenade
Impress the mind like miracles in biblical days
Blessin' the club with my presence, forgettin' all of my lessons
The only protection that I'm carryin' is not a weapon
Gets to high steppin' when you see me
No man can ever beat me
I sit back and shine hard—believe me, I'm glistenin'
Talkin' bullshit while bitches listenin'
Pushin' a bubble, I sittin' hard on black Michelin
Wrapped around a 20-inch, buff shine ridiculous
Freak nasty hoes, squat down and lick meticulous
You hearin' this? Keepin' these chicken heads delirious
With the vocab and the neck sparklin' serious
Come on, shorty. Don't look shy—no need fearin' this
With your cute eyes, fat thighs and hair marvelous (Yeah)
Your skin tone melodic, your voice sound exotic
You're so fine, potpourri scent from when you farted
Let's get it started back at my place, gettin' retarded
And don't be actin' brand-new, boo—we gettin' on it
So what you talk about?
Here are my digits, so hit the walkabout
So we can set it up in the truck
You know we bout ta fuck
So light it up. I'm blazin' yo mind
We passin' the time. Fuck doin' lines
We sippin' on expensive wine. Damn you're fine
Pretty brown thighs I'm gonna climb. Body sublime
Sippin' Coronas, lickin' the lime
Line for line, it be the Cise rippin' your mind
So give me some time so we can unwind