Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Durag Dynasty Theme , by - Durag Dynasty. Song from the album 360 Waves, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDurag Dynasty Theme |
| Durag Dynasty Click, that’s what it is |
| That’s what you get, that Durag Dynasty shit |
| Diamonds and clips, gorilla Strength |
| Militant Click, that’s what you get |
| That Durag Dynasty shit |
| Yeah, yeah, uh |
| Introduction |
| Let’s get this bitch jumpin' |
| It’s on again |
| The AK 47 emcee has just been born again |
| Live and direct, live on the set |
| Minds on the deck, lines on your neck |
| Nine or the tec, grind for them M’s |
| Shine on them dim, light minded |
| Swine rappers swam but my click be water raftin' |
| With big machine guns automatically autographin' you |
| Cardiovascular smashin' you |
| No pictures for bad intentions to capture you |
| Melt through you show you what acid do |
| Felt new, knew you was askin' for it that’s bad |
| Catch me in Baghdad with Casios and classy hoes |
| Baggin' up that cash it’s classical |
| Master money but natural |
| Durag Dynasty international |
| Shoot 'em up, who the fuck is gassin' you? |
| Dude is nuts, for hours could overpower you powderpuffs |
| Fuckin' wit' us? |
| Must be sniffin' flour crust |
| Straight out the orphanage |
| Slang slick contortionist |
| Poisonous re incorporate |
| Fathered the less fortunate |
| Fightin' musical sorcerers |
| Sick sovereign psycho |
| Murder machine rifle |
| Sip Promethazine Lean leave you like Eiffel |
| Idol worship my viral verses |
| Spiral curses, improper etiquette |
| Predicate with a larger purpose |
| Move mountains, water the youth fountain |
| Open X files and kick truth like Malcolm |
| Sling powder like Talcum |
| Don’t doubt him |
| We get the drop on you dudes and start re routin' |
| Rog' Troutman, Zapp you with the talkbox |
| Golf shots, go get 'em Tiger we’ll leave you chalked out |
| So what you muhfuckers talkin' 'bout |
| Hold position |
| I’m 'bout to flow from the soul of ambition |
| But hold the scroll in the gold chain |
| Surgeon doctor physician |
| The proper uses, chooses |
| No truces, kidnap producers |
| With nooses, and roofless |
| My Confucius criminal stupors |
| Heavyweight, brain train harder than calisthenics |
| Smoke weedies like Michael Phelps and break records in rap olympics |
| Faster than a minute, longer than infinite |
| Somewhere in between demented or schizophrenic |
| So mental clinics beware |
| I weave dreams fallen from heaven’s stare |
| Land on Elm Street and murder Freddy in his nightmare |
| It’s a drive by, the neighborhood Sci-Fi |
| The elevated evasive verbal matrix hologram hi-fi |
| Blu-ray DVD, e=mc² |
| I’m eatin' rappers like I’m usin' my EBT |
| And bored ouija board, easy lord |
| Talk greasy like ya mama when she used to whip ya ass with extension cords |
| The fuck is with that durag on your head anyway? |
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