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lirik lagu daniel monroe - rap ultranationalist

[intro]
all warfare is based on deception
for years, the west hypocrisy has made the world a battlefield
our so~called leaders prostituted us to the west… destroyed our culture…our economies…our honor
i mete and dole unequal laws unto a savage race
lead them to paradise

[verse]
when it’s not hip hop when i do it, war’s how i gotta institute it
no wonder y’all had to opp~t out when 2pac loses it
blasting the famas at you and your mama in your pajamas while snoozin’
gaza will give out the ha~ha’s once hamas is in jerusalem
getting drunk and high at the same time by smoking agave plants
lyrical torture and trafficking fits my balance in my pilates class
i’m breaking every form of control much like karate champ
as soon as you can see the advanced phalanxes of khanjali tanks
i’m manny pacquiao with a niko bellic relish blended in
the yellow belly sissies can’t mess with my devilish tricks
make their heavenly women get dilemmas like it’s nellyville, b~tch (b~tch!)
gay ass tubbies shaken up from daniel’s humanistic deli dishes
i fight for peace, i am a militant pacifist
stupid youtubers get undeserving misfit matches
my bars attract pests like nano~micro core sh~ll fibers (woo!)
with no bullets, i club ’em with a b~tt stock like the harlem h~llfighters
serving cold steak and rotten eggs to these roaches like asmongold
one bad man discovery is an another shoulder weight added onto monroe
a slammy award for botches, bring the winner out like here comes mongo
war’s a huge reset and yet, i’m not puking from the pressure my gut holds
even though my alter ego’s dead, doing my worst is what i’m best at
crossing those certain lines that i’m more than willing to trespass
con artists on the internet, seems like i gotta address patty (the f~ck?)
if i was on capital hill, he would never come catch me (come and try!)
i’m a true one man army who brings lethal vocalizations
i wish to be ether~nationally known for these takeover ovations
call me the serbian raul menendez, the filipino makarov
i spit raps harder before the diss god turned into a mascot
y’all let a jokerr run up on you, he knows how to handle beef
but like knox hill, he responded with erotic h0m~s~xuality
too much halloween, these horrorcore wh0res are now pr~ne in the dirt
y’all are a bigger dysfunctional family than home alone the first
grewsum grew some b~lls but he’s an approachable t~rd
15 year olds can be inspired once they got ketchup sauce all over their shirt
f~ck dux, i tell him to suck it, bludgeon him for his duckets
you got an outdated claas clown, rap~less drought, now who’s the puppet?
rustle up kombine, harvest his style, and concave his cranial
we can see the exec’s ain’t helpin’, just another graveyard label
the volume’s muted, the pitch is deuced, it’s time to listen to a new tune
marcus a broken tyrant, you gotta live and let die like the juice crew
your ill mind didn’t age fine unlike distilled wine
snowblind from the cash, your ego k!lled your pride (k!lled it!)
hit him so hard that his fake iris color floods his pupil (yeah!)
dame~ian dash ritter’s check writings weren’t so beautiful (uh~uh!)
i’m not looking for pity stories, so save hoppa’s breath (save it)
dizzy wright in charge explains the label’s obsolescence (yeah!)
if i remembered correctly, y’all were hopsin’s pets (how cute)
how obnoxious, no wonder a lot of people wanted hopson in a hospice pen
i’m sleep, split swizzz in six pieces under three millis
timberland’s beats were incredibly more keen and elite (elite!)
consuming blue radiation like lead during doomaggedon (what?)
i’m eating up so many rappers, i even got room for seconds
are you that lonely, homeboy? simping for fictional characters?
b~tch, you’re uglier than a drenched depictable caricature
shizzy so sh~tty, dontai made your god status hard to believe
whisper to your waifu, pardon me
i’ve heard greater anime raps from 954mari (yeah!)
aside from cutting down this man faster than what his name says
joyner sounds like a wannabe tough guy straight out of gta 5, fam
well, lucky you. got a date with your favorite rapper, you closet gay mess
can’t beat a rapper outside of his own country, he’s too lazy to strike back
you don’t have your imagination set like what the creative lobby did
tell me whatchu gonna do? outrap me with that chopping sh~t? (nope!)
hobo slumlords, cardboard crowns, how in the h~ll can you act like a boss?
daydreaming like camron, your promos are desperate attempts at applause
more active than the big 3 themselves? okay, well, that’s a lie
i’m hopelessly addled, are you telling jokes or facts in your lines?
oh sh~t, i forgot that fans accept lies so say what you like then
my perspective is that you’re running out of brain power with a dry pen
also, the people in your community, i stopped being polite to them
acting bad, no common sense, who gives a f~ck? they’re not my friends
mumble rappers are one thing, but ai isn’t the next gen
there are no rules in hip hop but this should be an exception
it’s ruining battles, second guessing ourselves until the artist’s report is sent
in a nutsh~ll; if they won’t respond, then we’ll do it for them
or they’ll depend on it to create lyrics instead of their brain
that’s another level of ghostwriting and cheating to get in the game
tiktok on the clock, no effort needed, everything’s for publicity
they wanna double down their fraudulence, i’ma come to their vicinity
now, i can’t escape the image of a terminator having rhymes (no!)
epic rap battles of history, thank you for your sacrifice (thank you)
the marks on the x wanna put posts on the spot (they’re dead)
social media don’t mean much to me, the pen shows what roe’s got
rap mimics and tryhards, from dax to crypt, from scru to hendrix
this is a message to the youtube rappers and its rapping industry plants
your starstruck obsession of em makes me hemorrhage (yeah!)
your favorite rapper is overrated by a ministry grand (facts)
am i supposed to be impressed by your stan~liness? (huh? what?)
the day you were a rapper, you wanna be the prodigal right hand man of his
to me, y’all are digested mixes after marshall used laxatives
took the inspiration too seriously, his abilities, you wished to grab and manifest it
then, all y’all scrambled and fought like panama during acid gambit
take shots at each other until the last man is standin’
condescending toxic 20mm flak cannon blastin’
man, white america practically cracked y’all from the propaganda in it
you can take his beat, take his flow, take his rhymes, take his tone
got no swag so you take his clothes and now, you’re a manufactured clone
i have my own goat and he busted up your man, pow!
all y’all imitating slim shadys, y’all better sit the f~ck back down
oh wait, you’re already sitting. if not, i’ll kick you in your lumped coocher
those that are, reacting to shady is nothing but a view and sub booster
silly motherf~ckers. firstly, grizzy sounds like kendrick if he joined icp
cryp~pled defenses shown after no signs of peace treaties
a grilled page of lines, munch up scru’s bro, k~so dip with crispy chorizo
a walmart funeral, send him off on his shopping cart, he chose to look broke
split munfu and itty titty bitty like when he dispersed the profitt off
spoonful of sh~t fed when a dedboii stirred up the pot
one daniel stands tall and the other one is in dax~idermy
i counterargue bars so much that i bypass attorneys
i’ve seen the rap god, devil, and rebel reppin’ their spot
but the rap ultranationalist won’t stop until he gets what he wants
f~ck you!
[outro]
all it takes is the will… …of a single man

- lirik lagu daniel monroe

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