You Hear What I'M Sayin - Dmp

I make students out of sensei’s

Lock and load and put a hole in your mixtape

For some that’s caught up in a trap here’s an escape

I’m Evel

Knievel

I’m lethal

People

There’s no equal I’m a fool with the few diesel

I’m on the grind, I drop a line and watch it pop weasels

The money I grow I still keep it low like caesar

Stay busy like a beaver and I wish you would/wood

And if you do then I wish you well

It’s a wrap like a python

I’m on point like a tripod

The only way you play me is an Ipod

Snap like the animal that’s sold on the Izod

This rapper not phony

I’m always in the hood like Obi Wan Kenobi

Put in work with the Durte with the one and only (Nottz)

Yo, rappers singing like Toni!

Tone!

I spit that, Tony Soprano over piano

Hot as hell with a pair of gazelles

Hook the game like a pair of brasseries

Looka here, I ain’t playing…

You hear what I’m saying?

Y’all so-soing fam, I’m so serious

If y’all ugly in the booth than I’m hideous

Guess y’all was looking for that Durte, here it is

«There it is»

You hear what I’m saying?

Us niggas ain’t playing we back

Fuck you expect boy

Dope on deck boy

DMP shit get a hit of this crack

(And get a hit of this crack)

«Bitch!»

You hear what I’m saying?

Us niggas ain’t playing we back

We ain’t one of the same boy

Youngins is lame boy

Real is back, you ain’t fucking with that

You ain’t fucking with that

I make workers out of bosses

Tell a nigga quick, «Get in line or get a coffin.»

You want some of my shit?

The joys of life can’t get me off 'em

Make you wish your mother had an abortion

Judas wouldn’t cross it

You can’t playing and I pause 'em

(Boogie, Boogie, Boogie, Boogie)

I do this here often

Always, everyday, fucking with a G

Nigga sheeit!

The booth is like heaven to me like a pedophile at Chucky Cheese

Negro please

I go nuts, elephant dump

Knock 'em out like a club punch

Chasity belt these niggas are not fucking with us

I go underneath the belt for that in God we trust

Send you to God I must

Ashes to dust to dust

All that spiritual sheeit!

Is the truth now you spit

Faggot

I keep live like it’s '95

On the corner like it’s two for fives

Nigga

No smoke, no mirrors and no gimmicks

No little funny facade, no image

Fuck your hourly wage, get paid by the minute

I’m the shit when I spit, they spray when I finish

VA from the top of my head to my tennis

Find me rhyming and minding my own business

Fuck a flask in the lab like I’m a chemist

Super Bowl flow and you rhyme like it’s a scrimmage

(«Bitch!»)

No time, no money to waste

But these 24 beers got me catching a case

Drop 'em off the side of the dock at Thames River

He’s sleeping with the gators and crocs, he chopped liver

Hey, one in a million like Neo

My bankroll swoll' and Green like Cee-Lo

Durte Muzik nobody can do it better

Make an old timer with Alzheimers never forget us