| This is kind of like more dynamite
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| It’s like flames to the fuse every time we write
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| 90's mind, built with divine design
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| Live and direct: it’s More Dynamite!
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| This is kind of like more dynamite
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| It’s like flames to the fuse every time we write
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| 90's mind, built with divine design
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| Live and direct
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| (Verse 1 — Sonny Jim)
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| I tell ‘em, «Step into my greenhouse»
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| Weed plants and THC clouds
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| Bouncing off the backboard
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| Picking up the rebounds
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| I and I still keep it raw like '95
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| Red letter skiver’s guide
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| Slip, get the tiger swipe
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| Picking up a souvenir
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| Wait when you see me high flying through the air
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| My aim’s the apex
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| Watch me turn it in in a day
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| What you’re dealing with’s great
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| I run the loop and let it click into place
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| Beat deadlines don’t give me a date
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| My texture’s fantastic
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| You can’t match the mesh of my fabric
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| And foolish rappers keep making it delusion ballads
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| I’m deep sea diving
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| Son I’m schooling snappers
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| I roll my doobie backwards
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| And watch the future happen
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| Teleprompter through the camera
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| Tell the crew to cue the action
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| I don’t owe you Jack
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| And I don’t know you from Adam
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| Sonny Jim signing out
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| After adding to the anthem
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| (Chorus — Verb T)
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| This is kind of like more dynamite
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| It’s like flames to the fuse every time we write
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| 90's mind, built with divine design
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| Live and direct: it’s More Dynamite
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| This is kind of like more dynamite
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| It’s like flames to the fuse every time we write
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| 90's mind, built with divine design
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| Live and direct
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| (Verse 2 — Verb T)
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| So tell me: «Why you so arrogant?»
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| You’re not important
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| Bitch, I’m a veteran
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| You’re an abortion
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| I’m caustic; |
| causing them fools to abort mission
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| Dump you in my cauldron
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| You burn like a whore’s kitten
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| You’re twitching
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| I can sense danger
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| Like red lasers are pointing at 10 strangers
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| A bad look; |
| like guys that wear makeup
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| I run up in your house disguised and tear the place up
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| Wait! |
| Acknowledge it
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| Throw flames upon ‘em
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| I’m propane; |
| I’m bombing ‘em
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| Cold case, I’m gone again
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| No name; |
| anonymous
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| So save your pondering
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| You’re lower than pond scum
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| I’m built for the long run
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| One punch then you’re out for the count
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| I cut off the generator that power your house
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| And send electrical clouds to come and shower you now
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| I’m like a rottweiler coming to devour you clowns
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| (Chorus — Verb T)
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| (Verse 3 — Joker Starr)
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| Check it
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| It’s the big Jokes about to blow up this bitch
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| TNT wrapped in some C4 substances
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| The kind of explosion that’s accomplished with
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| Fuse lit, kaboom, your bits lying in parts and shit
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| And explosions come from my private parts and bit
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| When I come, I’m tired and the girl wants to spit
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| Last night man, linked up with this groupie chick
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| Got a man and a kid; |
| still? |
| on a magic stick
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| She moving like the God can’t handle it
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| Hand on them hips, no love hearts from Cupid bitch
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| Cream up in this bitch like the days of Wu Tang
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| Ooh baby! |
| I like it raw — in her boom skank
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| Raw explosions to leave you burned son
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| Play with dynamite; |
| a lesson learned son
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| 9 months later, be holding her son
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| Bung, bung, bung, so forth and so on |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song More Dynamite , by - Verb T. Song from the album More Dynamite, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп