DDL

This is our story how we pave our way to glory
How we used to freestyle on different territories
And one day we got a confidence boost, yo
We're inviting you with us back to the roots, yo
Passionate mood, son, put some juice on it, lose it
And let me introduce to you my acquaintance verse, hey
It started for me in 2003 on my birthday
My mom got me MMLP, that I firstplayed
An absolute power CD, it was a burst man
Forced my identity to change course, though
That music made me feel I had abs on a torso
That music made me switch CS: Source to the sport so
Whiteout some kind of endorsements
I imposed on myself reaching new goals, then
I felt I'll never give up, and I won't stop
And I will chop till I get my name in the top
Till I get my crop, so anywhere I pop
I will cause the resistance drop!
That how a real motherfucker shoulda feel hip-hop!

They call me art master, firestarter
Smart buster, bar crafter, rap prophet
Disaster, godfather, rough monster!
Flyin' higher than young Vince Carter
(Doug it hater?!)
You insult me with your fuckin face being in front of me
Pick your ass take it as far away as you can outta here
Or I arrange the death tournament, offering you main role in it
Learn the script scrupulously!
I guarantee you post mortem win an Oscar nominee
For most dominantly brutalized without a rivalry
(Here's the script)
I will cut your artery, then chop you're body up
Then utilize you partly, but keep your arm with me
So when the ceremony started I could wave your mama with it
When she's crying not for son is gone, but for you finally showed
That you are good at least for something, bitch!

Maybe we're insane, bitch
Drop Dead Lane, bitch
On the mic, with the vicious strike to
Those, who don't know shit
Of what rapping really is

As we going straight back to the roots
Let me tell you story you already heard renewed
04, alone at home, unc's pc, I'm searching porn
Fell in love with rap—who knew, but now that's what I do
20 years later, wow! We lock and load can't steal our show.
Shooting metaphors left and right, and we about to blow!
We enter game, what up suckers? Drop Dead Lane! How to stop us?
If you wonder what's yet to come - we causing mayhem too late to run
Hottest in a building, we two flawless killers
Don't stand in my way with shit lyrics
Coz you don't want to be between the hammer and the anvil
Сoz you don't want to feel your mind teared
Apart then sealed and locked
By ancient Darth who stole your heart filled with art
With no remark is freakin'
Hot is what you filing blood right in your brain cells
Don't seek a way out you blind fouled out

Maybe we're insane, bitch
Drop Dead Lane, bitch
On the mic, with the vicious strike to
Those, who don't know shit
Of what rapping really is



Credits
Writer(s): веров олег борисович, дмитрий русланович ильягуев, леван бениев александрович
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