Dungeons (feat. Spade, Skept & Poetik Justice)
Step into the booth my name is R 3 T r O
The lyrical cynical navigator
I take control, of the microphone
When it needs a helping hand
Move it from nation to nation like if it was
Contraband I stand, on my own two
With my whole crew, I thought you knew
We're not easily amused by buffoons'
Who talk about bitches and stitches
While dreaming about riches, knishes
And unworthy ambitions, what's our mission?
To seek true skill and mass appeal with no unreal
Attributes, gimmicks, or women distracting our visions
Chill with them vibes that infameezy combines
With the art of speech forever given to mankind
We shine, like a diamond in the rough, our whole squad
Stays tough, built to last, while others stay in the past
Relay runs trying to get to the baton ha
You swear that we gone let your ass pass
Muthafucker!
Deep inside the dungeons of rap
Exists 4 men that cut no slack
Poet, skept, r3tro, and spade one
Emcees with true art like the sun
Deep inside the dungeons of rap
Exists 4 men that cut no slack
Poet, skept, r3tro and spade one
Got flows that regulate all you bums
Tell me why these rappers are trying too hard
I'm a, psychologist control you like my interphase
Get misplaced, in other words, fuck your philosophy
Pass me the mic I'm a worthy emcee
Criminal imperfection with a lyrical demonstration
Always having patience folding origami
I'm a crazy individual when I traded my soul
For these couple of lines to cruise my economy
Swooping through the streets with the cannabis
Acting like an anarchist, you're in it for the profit
Here's a muffin ill hit you with that trumpet
Drop you from 1st division, this is competition
Let me remind you, s p a d e honesty and loyalty
Is what you get from me, we not in it to win it
We in it to kill it, infameezy beats
We coming off the streets
Deep inside the dungeons of rap
Exists 4 men that cut no slack
Poet, skept, r3tro, and spade one
Emcees with true art like the sun
Deep inside the dungeons of rap
Exists 4 men that cut no slack
Poet, skept, r3tro and spade one
Got flows that regulate all you bums
Yo I put my heart and soul into words in
Which I write, misguided by the people
Which I led into my life, daily on the move
Always tryna a hustle, wake up every morning
Thinking is it worth the trouble
Cause it's not easy living life when you
Are shattered, and everyone around you is being
Served on silver platters, and I'm just growing
Tired of the frijol and enchilada, live a rich
Man's vision another day another dollar
How to get a job when these pricks will never
Call ya, shorty tryna holla but it's dollar dollar
Bill yall, but amazingly dumb motherfuckers
Know they still fall, naw bitch I don't want to
Hear it I will rip my fucking ears off
Since it's a competition let me get a point
Across, with sick as Lyrics I will make your
Squad appear soft, sell their soul to devils
While deep down they still fear god, keep
My finger on the air, get your fucking dreams
Tossed, nigga
Deep inside the dungeons of rap
Exists 4 men that cut no slack
Poet, skept, r3tro, and spade one
Emcees with true art like the sun
La is the place we stay in
Chilling playing chess with Satan
Never waiting always blazing
Paper chasing fuck who's hating
Yo what's up they call me poet just
A loud mouth from LA, no one ever
Knows the type of crazy shit I may say
Spray cans leave my titles up in buildings
When they spray, every day we packing
Grams of heavy weight and sending it
In any way, when it comes to rappers and taggers
In my city is where many stay, and when the beat starts
Bumping, I will rhyme, spit an ill line, cause when it comes to the skilled mind, with Lyrics I build mine
This individuals flow, is like a miracle yo, I put a
Beat, grab the mic, and then my spirit will glow
It's something spiritual oh, but not as biblical though
Yo it kills after this ritual so, it's like a criminal show
I'm a lyrical master, who leads a crazy mystical rapture
With subliminal chapters, you might not think it's cynical at first, but you'll end up with critical fractures
I don't leave a minimal disaster, when I grab the beat
And Beat out like a pitiful bastard
The lyrical cynical navigator
I take control, of the microphone
When it needs a helping hand
Move it from nation to nation like if it was
Contraband I stand, on my own two
With my whole crew, I thought you knew
We're not easily amused by buffoons'
Who talk about bitches and stitches
While dreaming about riches, knishes
And unworthy ambitions, what's our mission?
To seek true skill and mass appeal with no unreal
Attributes, gimmicks, or women distracting our visions
Chill with them vibes that infameezy combines
With the art of speech forever given to mankind
We shine, like a diamond in the rough, our whole squad
Stays tough, built to last, while others stay in the past
Relay runs trying to get to the baton ha
You swear that we gone let your ass pass
Muthafucker!
Deep inside the dungeons of rap
Exists 4 men that cut no slack
Poet, skept, r3tro, and spade one
Emcees with true art like the sun
Deep inside the dungeons of rap
Exists 4 men that cut no slack
Poet, skept, r3tro and spade one
Got flows that regulate all you bums
Tell me why these rappers are trying too hard
I'm a, psychologist control you like my interphase
Get misplaced, in other words, fuck your philosophy
Pass me the mic I'm a worthy emcee
Criminal imperfection with a lyrical demonstration
Always having patience folding origami
I'm a crazy individual when I traded my soul
For these couple of lines to cruise my economy
Swooping through the streets with the cannabis
Acting like an anarchist, you're in it for the profit
Here's a muffin ill hit you with that trumpet
Drop you from 1st division, this is competition
Let me remind you, s p a d e honesty and loyalty
Is what you get from me, we not in it to win it
We in it to kill it, infameezy beats
We coming off the streets
Deep inside the dungeons of rap
Exists 4 men that cut no slack
Poet, skept, r3tro, and spade one
Emcees with true art like the sun
Deep inside the dungeons of rap
Exists 4 men that cut no slack
Poet, skept, r3tro and spade one
Got flows that regulate all you bums
Yo I put my heart and soul into words in
Which I write, misguided by the people
Which I led into my life, daily on the move
Always tryna a hustle, wake up every morning
Thinking is it worth the trouble
Cause it's not easy living life when you
Are shattered, and everyone around you is being
Served on silver platters, and I'm just growing
Tired of the frijol and enchilada, live a rich
Man's vision another day another dollar
How to get a job when these pricks will never
Call ya, shorty tryna holla but it's dollar dollar
Bill yall, but amazingly dumb motherfuckers
Know they still fall, naw bitch I don't want to
Hear it I will rip my fucking ears off
Since it's a competition let me get a point
Across, with sick as Lyrics I will make your
Squad appear soft, sell their soul to devils
While deep down they still fear god, keep
My finger on the air, get your fucking dreams
Tossed, nigga
Deep inside the dungeons of rap
Exists 4 men that cut no slack
Poet, skept, r3tro, and spade one
Emcees with true art like the sun
La is the place we stay in
Chilling playing chess with Satan
Never waiting always blazing
Paper chasing fuck who's hating
Yo what's up they call me poet just
A loud mouth from LA, no one ever
Knows the type of crazy shit I may say
Spray cans leave my titles up in buildings
When they spray, every day we packing
Grams of heavy weight and sending it
In any way, when it comes to rappers and taggers
In my city is where many stay, and when the beat starts
Bumping, I will rhyme, spit an ill line, cause when it comes to the skilled mind, with Lyrics I build mine
This individuals flow, is like a miracle yo, I put a
Beat, grab the mic, and then my spirit will glow
It's something spiritual oh, but not as biblical though
Yo it kills after this ritual so, it's like a criminal show
I'm a lyrical master, who leads a crazy mystical rapture
With subliminal chapters, you might not think it's cynical at first, but you'll end up with critical fractures
I don't leave a minimal disaster, when I grab the beat
And Beat out like a pitiful bastard
Credits
Writer(s): Gilberto Rodriguez
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