Lyrics Dope vs. Gold - Dope D.O.D., Goldminerz

Dope vs. Gold

I’m bout ta really go in on this shit
Can’t fuck with it man
Ah ah ey yo ey yo
Do it to do it do it to it do it to it rude
Sound nice ta positioning
Put the razor to your back like a cigarillo
Ya inside slide out like jello
I ride out on my yellow
GXX-R, Black gloves a-star
Next star, hot bars, Keep burning like Tar
I’ve gone far before they know who you are
Remove the teeth from the charred skull Awful
I’m at my lab with a cigar full
I Read about you in the article The Oracle, Centurion
You sweet like Omarion
Shove a nigga in the octagon
With a rap juggernaut gone n never heard from
Simonroofless.com, See how I did it?
log on
You’re no threat
Chop you up like Thor in Gauntlet
Handle beef like a matador I’m not countin these bars
I’m coming off like bras in the strip club Dib Dub
Alchemist with the big nugget of gold
Made from nothin
I had a group called No Frontin
My freezer stocked from huntin season
Survival is the reason
Weapon of choice is the crossbow
Can’t eat bullet riddled meat
Re-useable ammo keep the cost low
Rambo it’s the honkeys and the Sambos
We bleedin hip hop
Do the dammo Dope D.O.D.
Goldminerz
I’m really just a shadow full moon when I wrote this
Magical raps hocus pocus, Spirit, on my offspring I focus
Shaman, draw power from the Earth
Goin 'gainst me is hopeless
I be the soul docta
The antidote for the cold rockers
Niggas got a hole in the soul I filled it for ya proper
My smoke shock ya It’s like coke for the dope hoppas
Anyone comin after me is a just a flowmopper
Cuz you’ll be pickin up the lil bits n pieces
Nigga speachless trying to reach my level of telekenesis
Jesus
The reason is I’m hedonist and stick like fleas n ticks
Believin it
I turn into a best when the seaons switch
Leaves fallin' from trees
We blowin' up like Lebanese
Peeps in facilities with suicidal tendencies
Ya'' niggas killin me cuz I never seen a whack display like that
Like Damon, Matt
I’m Breaking Bad and I’ve got rhymes for days like that
Lay em Flat with ancient techniques like a ragin' asian cat
Just face the facts I ate the track like it was laced with bacon fat
I’m the one who disagree I’ll break that back
Take that spinal chord of yours
And feel ya brain crack
I never take that crap
Yeah I’m pissed
But I could bust some laid back raps
But there ain’t no fuckin hate in that
I wanna bust shit make you break ya face and rape that slag
My pure moment of satisfaction
Callin up my nigga Roofless say it’s time for some action
Packin ACR’s with clips more than a hundred
Yeah I got dreams of owning a motherufcking gunship
And all my dreams they will come true
I’m fucking up your crew with Sun Tzu like Kung Fu
So what you gon' do
So what you gon' do Nigga
So what you gon' do
Like Redman I’m a hero for the weirdos
You talking that rough shit you know we’re right here though
It’s crystal clear since a long time ago
Ya not pulling strings now it’s lookin like a puppet show
It’s time to let go you’re just a John Doe
Get hit by the arrows from my bow
You will know it’s the Dope and the Gold
You get put on hold as the story unfolds
No it never gets old how we kill them for they grow
Now watch and behold as they all die slow
Time to go to bed get smothered with a pillow
Ya fam be weepin like the willows
And future plans out the window
Yeah you all fuckin zeros see me in Cairo
Yes I’ll leave ya mind blown
Top of the pyramid ya dethroned
The Prototype will never be cloned
I’l just stay in my comfort zone
It’s the gold bearer, Mr. Go Getter, Mr jump on the horse out to get ya
But ya suicide rappers let me slit ya
Listen Up, I bang betta when niggas click up
Wake up, hung at the docket
Needle in ya socket, Rukus flow toxic
My optics, eat niggas up wit chopsticks
I’m cold like the arctic you fuck wit these gnostics
I’m brolic fuck with the Rukus
We on some King Tut shit
Bet they won’t touch this
You fuck shits I get deeper by the daily
Fuck what’s on ya tele
Propaganda from the belly
Beast, fuck bitches and they yeast
I skeet Rukus roam the East
Then Migrate to the south to the brotha house
I send em off, Popo wanna know where they whereabouts
I’m comin out, I need a major label
See I’m tired of fucking with these bitty rappers in the sinkhole
Ya bury these fuckers in the trenches, you no longer make sense
Battle in the pretense fireshot ha, yo, call em calico, battle flow
Fraud ass MCs expose ya gotta go
You wretched souls left in the flesh
N now I’m back to put these bitch ass niggas to they rest
My whole life long I’ve been writing
Fight songs I’ma prove the Mayan’s wrong
N that you lie in ya songs
This the titan called Spon
Bring the lightning n the Storm
Acid rain splash ya face Tidal waves hit ya shore
Led prehistoric wars before the age of iron
& dead opposition composition something violent
Goldminerz keep MCs silent
Blow cyphers open smokin get a fire hydrant
When these b-boys rhym’n En-Joy the ride
I build n destroy noise Yo
The voids timeless
See death come to life when the boy writes it
Like Edgar Allen I sever patterns
Control the weather with madness
N as you can see it’s getting a bit drastic
Basking in the Gun Shine State duckin' caskets
Metal packin' those bulletproof classics to keep from catchin a slug
Wires n-Bugs
Wires n-Bugs hired ta bust back at gods
But the price of Gold’s only goin up
Souls so corrupt governments goin for blood
We Ghost Town visitors makin shows erupt
Fuck holdin a grudge I’m blowin shit up
«Booooom» Hiroshima on tracks keep heater in grasp
See people won’t last cuz we evil n brash
Teach’n believers with speakers on blast
Deceiving world leaders misleading the mass
Say my name 9 times in the mirror
And I’ll crawl through the ceiling, pierce ya skull with a scorpion stinger
I kill a drifter and drink the alcohol from his liver
I’m a sinner like Wiley, watch me insert the I. V
Whoopin ass like a Pikey
Most of them rappers is bitches, they attracted to things that is shiny
It goes eeny, meeny, miny, moe
I catch em by the toe tag em and wrap em in aluminum foil
Watch me, burn the throne, as I turn to stone
Ninja Scroll, I make em curl into a ball
All in All, I’m just another brick in the wall
Seed of Chucky with my soul forever stuck in a doll
Watch us roll… we slippin' past Border Control
In a bucket of bolts with a trunk full of gold
Got the Minerz beside us Clash of the Titans
Dare ta test and you’ll feel the wrath of my trident
Jack in the shining, axe thru ya front door
Peace to the real, tell the rest I want war
Dr. Lecter quick to feed you ta the wild boars
Ghost Town outlaw bloods what I’m out for