More Dynamite - Verb T, Sonny Jim & Joker Starr

This is kind of like more dynamite

It’s like flames to the fuse every time we write

90's mind, built with divine design

Live and direct: it’s More Dynamite!

This is kind of like more dynamite

It’s like flames to the fuse every time we write

90's mind, built with divine design

Live and direct

(Verse 1 — Sonny Jim)

I tell ‘em, «Step into my greenhouse»

Weed plants and THC clouds

Bouncing off the backboard

Picking up the rebounds

I and I still keep it raw like '95

Red letter skiver’s guide

Slip, get the tiger swipe

Picking up a souvenir

Wait when you see me high flying through the air

My aim’s the apex

Watch me turn it in in a day

What you’re dealing with’s great

I run the loop and let it click into place

Beat deadlines don’t give me a date

My texture’s fantastic

You can’t match the mesh of my fabric

And foolish rappers keep making it delusion ballads

I’m deep sea diving

Son I’m schooling snappers

I roll my doobie backwards

And watch the future happen

Teleprompter through the camera

Tell the crew to cue the action

I don’t owe you Jack

And I don’t know you from Adam

Sonny Jim signing out

After adding to the anthem

(Chorus — Verb T)

This is kind of like more dynamite

It’s like flames to the fuse every time we write

90's mind, built with divine design

Live and direct: it’s More Dynamite

This is kind of like more dynamite

It’s like flames to the fuse every time we write

90's mind, built with divine design

Live and direct

(Verse 2 — Verb T)

So tell me: «Why you so arrogant?»

You’re not important

Bitch, I’m a veteran

You’re an abortion

I’m caustic;

causing them fools to abort mission

Dump you in my cauldron

You burn like a whore’s kitten

You’re twitching

I can sense danger

Like red lasers are pointing at 10 strangers

A bad look;

like guys that wear makeup

I run up in your house disguised and tear the place up

Wait!

Acknowledge it

Throw flames upon ‘em

I’m propane;

I’m bombing ‘em

Cold case, I’m gone again

No name;

anonymous

So save your pondering

You’re lower than pond scum

I’m built for the long run

One punch then you’re out for the count

I cut off the generator that power your house

And send electrical clouds to come and shower you now

I’m like a rottweiler coming to devour you clowns

(Chorus — Verb T)

(Verse 3 — Joker Starr)

Check it

It’s the big Jokes about to blow up this bitch

TNT wrapped in some C4 substances

The kind of explosion that’s accomplished with

Fuse lit, kaboom, your bits lying in parts and shit

And explosions come from my private parts and bit

When I come, I’m tired and the girl wants to spit

Last night man, linked up with this groupie chick

Got a man and a kid;

still?

on a magic stick

She moving like the God can’t handle it

Hand on them hips, no love hearts from Cupid bitch

Cream up in this bitch like the days of Wu Tang

Ooh baby!

I like it raw — in her boom skank

Raw explosions to leave you burned son

Play with dynamite;

a lesson learned son

9 months later, be holding her son

Bung, bung, bung, so forth and so on