Lyrics Tetrahydrons on Mars - Durag Dynasty, Planet Asia, Tristate

Tetrahydrons on Mars

Lay down a bed of roses for dead soldiers
Paranoid orders for retribution and observers
Lead to more murders, death at us with dirty burners
Clockin them corners, speakin in slang so they can’t decode it
Notice potent aromas, smoking that serious B plant
This ain’t a rhyme, I’m at the stars when you hear me rap
Master of aplephoras, night of the non-sequeters
Somehow you understand the point no matter how complex it is
It’s all freedom, this expressive behemoth
Is tuned with mathematics, I’m walkin through tetrahydrons on Mars
When allowing alchemy in these bars
Come against the Durag Dynasty, we’d rather take saws
From my arab with niggas replacing plug in every nut of mine
We do it bigger but niggas is seldom do it better
We camouflage the message in wreckage for understanding
The methods of that a genius, never of the devil’s planning
I wrote this for my gold chain militants
All for half a tab of mescaline, murder instruments
Rap dynasty at its fullest strength
Pull it up, all and no cray, speakin common sense
To get money’s obvious my accomplishments
The south central with a ill mental knowledge this
Osmosis, Nike Air, mini beans, many G’s fuckin with us, no skinny jeans
Born in sever means, I could kill a man
Helicopter gwap, air em out like a ceiling fan
Kobe Bryant toll the tiers
Bridges getting wetter than the fire hydrant, pushin dope like wire
Vicious, this ain’t a movie I enact and feel
Tough is still actin, I blow a burner like is V Vicknail
Aggressive like Melly Mel in The Message
You wanna test it?
Don’t push me Pussyfoot, tiptoe em cuz you shook
When you see the giants deep inside you scared of the streets
To gudda rap the lion
The glom of a king is with ominous planning
Slow Murder Inc on the tablets, blowin sand I grant em