Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Intro/ Freestyle, artist - Dra DayDate of issue: 16.12.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Intro/ Freestyle |
| Yeah, yeah |
| Yeah |
| Ahh |
| Back again motherfuckers |
| Twista, Traxster, ahh |
| Come peep a legend and a boss burn one |
| Floss words, rappers that can break me off, heard none |
| I’m droppin' crack until the crosswords come |
| Got the thirty but I spit it like a Mossberg pump |
| If you give me trouble you see me deploy |
| Lyrics so butter you think I’m W.E.B. |
| Du Bois |
| If you see me pull up in the bubble you greet me with noise |
| Keep your poise, but really you wanna see me destroyed |
| Acronym for me is D.O.C., I’m the O. G |
| Destroyin' all competition that’s in my way because I’m G-O-D |
| You amount to nothin' if in my circumference or area |
| The Sagittarius in the Age of Aquarius |
| You act like you ain’t know the veteran can go |
| And I be killin' them, in some instances better than befo' |
| Then I got ahh, crooked letter to the O |
| Severin' your throat, now they like «Who let him in the do'?» |
| No matter how you Google it then doodle it |
| What’ll really make you the shit is how I see you make use of it |
| Crucifix and holy water won’t stop the way he get |
| So crazy and sick, evil like I took a sip of Damian’s fifth |
| Off Canadian’s mist, Arabian piss, a Ukranian’s fist |
| Spit so nice they be like «It's an alien’s gift» |
| You pay me in bricks and I’mma show you a way we can flip |
| Or I’m clappin' like «What Happened to That Boy» like Baby and Clipse |
| Come talkin' shit 'bout what you do I’ll bet you be the first |
| That might come up missin', I’ll make sure that you don’t need a hearse |
| I’m on a mission, don’t come through unless you bring in work |
| I’m dissin', ammunition I’mma shoot until my fingers hurt |
| Then I’mma shoot some more if I can squeeze |
| 'Cause you borin' while I’m soarin' like I’m Thor or Socrates |
| War as I conceive that the breath of horror I can breathe |
| Even though you servin' defense I be scorin', droppin' threes |
| All in my grill-y like you can throw them thangs |
| I’m insane while you prefer Novocain over pain |
| For talkin' shit tonight my bitch’ll blow your brains |
| 'Cause he thought the weakness was kryptonite, it was Lois Lane |
| I boss you like a parent apparently darin' ya |
| Scarin' ya if you’re there when I get to airin' the derringer |
| The mini-carrier that’s knockin' down your barrier |
| Bury ya, expose 'em like I threw a flare in your area |
| Carry your body off to the woods and get rid of it |
| You’re rottin' while I go get some pot and then take a hit of it |
| Then I’mma try to come up with some different shit |
| While I’m draggin', like if rap was a dragon I am the spit of it |
| Twista |