Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song No Sheets , by - DaghaRelease date: 26.01.2006
Song language: English
No Sheets |
| It’s the dominator |
| The decomposer, dark reaction |
| I digest and break down sound with satisfaction |
| Secretions discharge while Ions charge |
| I photosynthesize to camouflage |
| Mirage like peace |
| Release speech to slay beasts |
| From jungle to streets over DJ Real beats |
| It’s the innovator |
| The industry inflator |
| Concept creator, keep it round like equator |
| From past and future, call cadence and salute the |
| Soldiers and all warriors of the battle |
| Let’s dethrone de-saddle |
| I bring ‘em to the basement |
| If it ain’t rejuvenation it’s replacement |
| From the manufacturer, the Hip-Hop hypnotist |
| Chancellor slash music analyst |
| Couldn’t handle this |
| When kinetic energy’s displayed |
| Get knocked off the edge like Soul Blade, you’re played |
| I spit, I gut, I bust |
| I fuss much and such |
| I touch mics despite the hype… |
| I write, I speak |
| I freak beats unique with no sheets |
| I seeks, I saw |
| And came back raw |
| The God’s raw |
| I eat hammers and spit shells |
| I’m hardcore… |
| But won’t touch fish without the scales |
| For an encore… |
| I’ll flip mad coins, heads and tails |
| Invest seed money without exaggerating sales |
| Like fat beats… |
| My rap sheets make more ciphers than track meets |
| And rides on all terrains like black Jeeps |
| Guzzle water and piss out wine |
| Barrel right between the eyes you blink you’ll miss one rhyme |
| Make Richard Gonahangya feel the heat through organized crime |
| You can’t copyright my culture vultures this on time |
| I’m like a double-edged Ginsu |
| Gut and slaughter utensil |
| Family friends and kinfolk I plug ‘em like dimples |
| Playboy rappers do videos in their swimsuits |
| Monthly emcee menstruals wasting hot instrumentals |
| King of hills and castles explode to shrapnel |
| Tying knots in lassos hanging all the assholes |
| Blast those past those, black Medina Mass flows |
| Deadly attack Dagha on the track to smash foes |
| I spit, I gut, I bust |
| I fuss much and such |
| I touch mics despite the hype… |
| I write, I speak |
| I freak beats unique with no sheets |
| I seeks, I saw |
| And came back raw |
| I spit, I gut, I bust |
| I fuss much and such |
| I touch mics despite the hype… |
| I write, I speak |
| I freak beats unique with no sheets |
| I seeks, I saw |
| And came back raw |