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DAYTONIANS Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2022
Lyrics
Greetings earthlings and awakened light beings
We shakin' sightseeing, contact with the victims
Trapped in a system, capitalism, rap that'll fix em
Extraterrestrials who got close, zoom and boom, gots to go
Noisy, northern neighbors, lociano bro
They all should know, defeatin' him
Harder makin' a better beat than Tim
Or winnin' a rap beef with him
Beatin' the King's team and Jim's
Gettin' deeper than Mr. Lee with Phim's
Even when it's bleakin' grim, can't seek his swim
With greater fishes, plates and dishes
Universal catalogs, can't mistake our wishes
Religious beings not seein' spirituality
Shouldn't be any fear in many near realities
I hear the galaxies, amid reflections on all the anatomies
How could we not turn out to be alchemy
Nobody could outwardly, outwardly
Every ounce worthy used to be announced early
Now tickets sold out surely, no doubts hurly
Gays could be in a whirly place, soulmates
Not equivalent to continuously gettin' your girl replaced
As I unfurl mistakes, ruler makers helpin' Earl escape
Think of the phrases that amaze us, praise dances, twirlin' tapes
Pops crooked, but straight paths sure'll it take
Instead of crimes and cops, uncurlin' tapes
Kids need more heroes, swirlin' capes
Like a stepchild's projectiles, they hurly race
One shot can make the world just race, you scared fast
Not in first place, but you'll be dead last
Head blast, got you casted out, but still we outlast
They stout-cast, totin' birds, give your heart skids
For gross birds to sprout fast
Spirits and words are our weapons, hear my mouth thrash
About the South's past, and those three-fifths
Talkin' bout past, one drop rule
People try to pass us white, and y'all boo
Shaded greatness, small matter raised in greatness
Y'all lose, in the long run
Marathon music, y'all choosin' the wrong ones
Confusing at first, it seem like the wrongs won
Before all our songs done, we did it cause we love this shit
Soul-labbin', hip-hop, what we does with this
Black sheep, dungeon quick
Our only child, only now on punishment
From a single mom, stressed out in private
But proud in the publics, all about runnin' it
But our future comes with this
A new house with a new home
Cemented seeds from projects we grew on
Private school zones, school strong
We'll smooth the crones, gonna hold hoopties
Draggin' tailpipes, use the children to fill
My baby mama, she can smell pipes or write traps
While people takin' nightcaps, I used to cop night sacks
And write the tracks, similar to this
The vision and better tomorrows, resemblin' the bliss
Assemblin' the kids to microphone with the riddles I spit
Soulful vittles we mix, connected with those fools
So no penalties stick, rentals we get for critical flips
Organizin' noise so your organs realize
And enjoy every instrumental that hits
It be the simplest shit, they want you to dumb down
For some clown, who don't even come around
Real hip-hop, summonin' sick sound
Y'all see how ill shit's got men red and black
It's still the start, gotta be seasoned right before
The grill gets hot, I miss poppin' steel with pops
But now shots come from guns
Held by brothers young, sons in steps
To show steps to other sons
For the double-dumb, troublesome undersons
From those previously holdin' guns
For us to go with them, the discovered ones
When it comes to sum's exceptional
20th generation hostages, just lossin' this
We extraterrestrials