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letra de neither do i (twisted insane diss) - dna tru lyricist

[verse]
you ain’t got time for the bullsh-t? well neither do i
better show respect when you look in my eye
f-ckin’ around with the d, i make your spirit fly
you may be the last demon, but ask ’em who i am
the type that’ll put bodies in bands
snappin’, run up on you with an ungodly plan
came in and said “what’s up?” you didn’t say much
that’s alright, i ain’t trippin’, i always stay clutch
i came in to f-ck this whole rap game up
but you weren’t finna let that happen so you shut me off with the quickness
so i’m droppin’ the sickness, and poppin’ the mythic havoc pump in your face
on the mic, there ain’t no one that wants to compete with thе dna, b-tch, you gettin’ dumped in a lake
this tru lyricist sh-t, yеah, they all love to hate
but just say it to my face if you got something to say
and we’ll get it brackin’ like lights camera action
and i slide your ass backwards like you michael jackson
but you michael johnson and you rappin’ on some sh-t like no one wants some
but dna stomps ’em in mud holes
and i thought we had squashed it
and lady insane, you off of the topic
but you talkin’ about droppin’ a link while i’m offerin’ to spit it over the camera
play dead like a possum and shush
all of y’all didn’t say much
well, ‘kazi over here talking ’bout “well, it’s up to the leaders of the show”
well, what do you know? twisted didn’t say sh-t, and his lady said no
but you let every other cornball wannabe rapper come flappin’ their jaw
being all nice to ’em saying their doing their thing
but when a lyricist in here, you all wanna be quiet
am i right or right?
zippin’ you all up in a body bag tight
now you wantin’ to fight, talking about catching a fade
man, get the f-ck out of my sight
’cause you left the pot lid up again
and if i offend any of your fans, i really don’t give a sh-t
’cause this tru sh-t
this isn’t brainsick, this tru lyricist sh-t, so f-ck all that lame sh-t ’cause i’m better
a microphone icer, dope shredder
35 with the murderous mind and i’m never gon’ give it up
stickin’ to my guns forever
like the evolution, i hold it down forever
so never get to thinkin’ ’bout pullin’ that lever
and hangin’ me and tie the noose, i’m too clever
it’s slippin’ right off of my neck
and i’m landin’ on my feet with the quickening, revolver in hand
and i’m blowin’ a canyon-sized hole through your head
and i’m stayin’ ahead of the game like the lead on the page
so you better just let dna do his thing
’cause, trust me, it really ain’t a thang
for me to slang lyricism in your lane
off of the dome, and catch one to the brain
when you’re up in a hot model, and poppin’ that bottle
i’m bustin’ this flow, so tell me who’s insane
i’m a odd doctor, sick professor
evergassin gobstopper, gonna be sendin’ ’em to the sixth dimension
and make him sit in detention
while i strip his engine, you ain’t goin’ nowhere
better get ready for the scott adkins avengement
this a lyrical beatdown, ain’t no mime or mimic
this tru lyricism with the rhymes i’ve invented
and you don’t wanna f-ck with me, boy, ’cause i’m demented
you just a stoplight street clown wantin’ to get a tip in the hat
while i’m walkin’ right by you, just tippin’ my hat
rippin’ the rap that you wish you could spit, but you wack
better go tell everybody dna’s back and he ain’t playin’
so don’t play with my time
when i’m on your show, offerin’ to rip a rhyme
a hundred times greater than everybody combined
you must be out of your mind thinkin’ that i’ma subside
’cause i’m in this b-tch, and you know who i am
dna tru lyricist spittin’ too cold, goin’ ham
and godd-mn, i really understand
i don’t want no problems with this motherf-ckin’ man
’cause i ain’t intimidated for sh-t, i’m ’til the grave with the spits
’til the end of my days, it’s grade a with the spits
so don’t be f-ckin’ with me unless you able to spit
don’t be f-ckin’ with me, don’t be talkin’ sh-t, b-tch

- dna tru lyricist

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