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letra de sweet dreams (ft. det the bomb) - orion(rebirth)

[verse 1 – orion(rebirth)]
yo, check…
yo me and det rep 100%
always ill for certain, out for respect
real heads sure to connect
recognize this fresh sound we demonstrate
yo we can’t relate to the fake
stepping to us is a mistake
but go ahead, meet your fate if you want to
till you see the bl–dy lakes from our last stomp thru
if it ain’t us, you know it’s our strong crew
who know just what to do
looking for their chance to prove
their loyalty, so go ahead, spoil me
turn em to shreds
then we cook em in the oil, see
how the sh-t gets, when sh-t gets deep
put a motherf-cker to sleep
it’s sweet dreams
we got the means to progress
machines on the rap scene
everyone wearing f-g jeans
blabbing about bling
yo we doing our d-mn thing
next level control of the flow
we turning metal into gold
and one line at a time’s how it’s shown

[verse 2 – det the bomb]
and i have been in the lion’s den
came face to face with leviatian
he couldn’t k!ll me so try again
practice makes perfect
i spit into the eye of the serpent
you know, the one that you worship
the golden calf
the bills that you fold in half
i split the seas like moses when i hold the staff
where the infidels roll and laugh (ha ha ha ha)
divine comedy, nominee orion holds the belt
and you know that the bomb is the interstellar dweller
planets align when we rhyme
take you back in time
like t-shirts with the zodiac signs
and i don’t listen to swine
i keep my universe drama-free
anomaly, cause zombies be surrounding me
like the f-ckin’ day of the dead
this is music to awaken them
but they just stay in the bed

[verse 3 – orion (rebirth)]
we back at it like a bad habit
tragedy supplies the static
fresh sounds come automatic
the boom bap, i’ve gotta have it
it’s in my fabric
we bring it m-ssive
never p-ssive with this rap sh-t
we tune it till it booms fantastic
with the facts spit
the undergroud movement never lacks or quits
it’s where the sk!ll is
word to all the ill kids
yo i know that you can feel this
it’s the realness
got the ink leakin’ out from under my fingertips
ready to spill at any moment
can handle any opponent
this poem rips up their domes quick
and any plans that they had in motion
once the words get spoken…

[sample – black moon]
“don’t front, you know i gotcha open”

[verse 4 – det the bomb]
and i’m hoping you get the gist
how many emcees must get dissed
before they realize det exists
but i ain’t trying to make your top 5 list
or insist that you buy my sh-t
though i admit i’m trying to get a hit
and i’ve quit for good
so give this sh-t a listen homie, if you would
go ahead and lift the hood
and you’ll see i got miles left
yeah, my style’s def
maggot mouth, foul breath
when i’m gone, i’ll resp-wn from beyond
light years and eons
but time’s only man-made
hands of a clock, they spin like a fan blade
i came to dim your shine like a lamp shade
to tell the truth, i’m on a rampage
so i don’t really care about no d-mn age
y’all got rainbow t–th and f-ckin’ band-aids
i think i better let it go
cause hip-hop i can’t save you

- orionrebirth

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