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letra de more dynamite - verb t

(intro – 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 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 cl1ck 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
b-tch, 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 wh0r-’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 sc-m
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 b-tch
tnt wrapped in some c4 substances
the kind of explosion that’s accomplished with
fuse lit, kaboom, your bits lying in parts and sh-t
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 b-tch
cream up in this b-tch like the days of wu tang
ooh baby! i like it raw – in her boom sk-nk
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

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