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lirik lagu dyme-a-duzin & money montage - no music cypher

[intro: dyme~a~duzin]
yeah, sheesh
uh

[verse 1: dyme~a~duzin]
armageddons coming, i can see the subtle signs
the subbin’ on the socials left me uninspired
fallen & revived, lived a dozen lives
matrix, plugged in just to show you i’m the one this time
agents, moving flagrant, i’m preyed on and forsaken
labels want a piece, a stake of my creations
left for dead but thank god i made it
i survived the raiding’s and phone tapped podcast conversations
constant hatin’, a sinking city look at how sh~t has changed
heroes we expect to save us playing diddy games
and i can’t take that
donald, i’m bringing great back
the screen or track, i’m will smith or nip giving straight slaps
crown sn~tching, they bringin the town backwards
perc addicted rappers can’t see past the rapture
act for the craft, you eatin crafts with actors
slave for cheese then need a pass from massa
shackles and crackers, tragic

[refrain: dyme~a~duzin, curtiss king]
no music
no music (whoo) (d~mn)
no music
(d~i~y~er)
[verse 2: curtiss king]
day by day, this games a little more revealin’
this industry is sneaky, do you see what they concealin’?
n0body want to hear that their hero might be a villain
’til that legend hit a ceilin’ and you think he might be stealin’
hoppin’ in your live like a humble pioneer, huh
typing in your chat while he plottin’ on your peers
i think he might be lost at this stage in his career
let’s be clear, he gon’ steal from you too, this n~ggas weird
there’s a human and celebrity, you gotta spot the difference
never let a promise put a pause on your commitment
clock in, ‘cause we ‘bout to get paid when this shift comin’
ignorance is twitch, with a razor and a blitz comin’
but i’ll be ready, curtavelli standin’ six’ somethin’
last six summers ain’t give me nothin’ but a sick stomach
i reminisce on the days that i had ribs touchin’
now i’m at the table, i’m really ready to flip somethin

[verse 3: scru face jean, dyme~a~duzin]
sip somethin’
cheers to the days we ain’t have sh~t comin’ (no music)
pick somethin’, used to flip our mattresses with six cousins (no music)
kids doesn’t have to worry ‘bout the things i did, nothing (no music)
chips comin’, like hibachi, probably think i flip onion
[?] rocket science, i aim at ‘em and split somethin’
witch huntin’, that mean that the broom and the sick comin’
kids huffin’ like they tough as sh~t but n~ggas mclovin
dudes is aimin’, bruce to cait’, that mean they ‘bout to switch somethin’
my plan, f~ck all that balmain
buy land, d~mned if i just leave my forty acres to god’s hands
friend or foe, better not be silence or they’ll pop cans
and that might’ve went right over your head but, n~gga, godd~mn
they can either bless you or wreck you, if you not fam
watch a n~gga turn an amen, to an, “aw man”
and in the telly, reading machiavelli, i’m a pac fan
been watching belly, arguing with [?] then we rob fam
god’s land but all i see is thieves like me with locked hands
let’s lock hands ‘cause we know their biggest fear is a dark man
make me wanna chase them with the shotty, n~gga, godd~mn
middle eastern pump, if i rack, then i ran
i am the last of the giants, a breed that is dyin’ (no music)
try him, as soon as he starts slidin’
‘cause i’ll lead with the iron (no music)
..like denzel your man is on fire (no music)
resemble the titans and never retirees
[verse 4: j nolan]
salutations to the real n~ggas only
glad ya made it, god delivered us for real, testimony
burn the candle wax
usually won’t speak if it ain’t bands attached
but i done witnessed multiple close calls where the things go “brrrap”
knew i was unique from young, creative folk
[?] speech obsessed
[?] music my escape… drums
and 808s, radio raheem, i had the latest tapes
it used to drown the sound of gunshots
load up the database
i’m more than rap
[?]
some n~ggas took my schemes and scored with ‘em
they some quarterbacks
i been engaged, married to this sh~t the day my ring was made
my dna went out all through the city, y’all my s~m~n plays (ew)
how you n~ggas don’t know i was bred for these conditions?
my dreams casted on television, i beat the system
proceed to mention me, it’s deadmen walkin’
a bullet fly straight through your head, i’m redman barkin’

[refrain: dyme~a~duzin, jeremy hecht]
no music
no music
no music
(bring the music back)
[verse 5: jeremy hecht]
on the path to success, you laugh and you stress
you might get stabbed in the back after passin’ the bread
gods plan but would you still proceed to march to your own death?
my faith is so strong there’s parts that you won’t get
it go, “hallelujah”, and i got a halle berry
i pay for the cleaner so one day we gotta marry
tryna erase the history for their future
then they’ll get on tv and salute ya
and create robots to replace your business
they keep pimpin’ history to recreate exhibits
flow cold as the ice in winnipeg, not the ice out in la
no [?] you can sell me at the protest
catch me at the marches, that sh~t with dei completely missing the targets
there’s lists that exist they can’t even pretend
if this verse gets extended, my account says—

[refrain: dyme~a~duzin, chilla jones]
no music
no music
no music (hahaha, okay jeremy)
(jones)

[verse 6: chilla jones]
the facts been sleeping under their noses (uh, huh)
me and my brother from a man been running up our careers
ain’t no wonder they keeping up with the joneses (yessir)
i’m the bomb, my speech is f~ckin’ explosive
we been under promoted but these rappers goin’ pop on ‘em
half of ‘em droppin’ a dime, and the other half, dyme got the drop on ‘em
(facts)
chilla got a shot for ‘em
n~ggas ain’t safe, this combination got it locked on ‘em
i ain’t gon stop, i’m going overboard
muting ya, bored with all the scrutiny
rappers pullin’ loot off they pollution, sh~t is lunacy (crazy)
swimmin’ through the fluid in this [tandem?] pool beautifully
please barricade the barracudas from a school of me
outgrew the groupies they tried to put in a group with me (ya)
if you a big fish it’s ‘cause the ponds small (facts)
baby boy, get busy like sean paul
and i can make a wild cat retire like john wall (yeah)
no music

[refrain: dyme~a~duzin, kito abashi]
no music
no music (dyme~a~duzin, what up)
no music
(let’s go)

[hook: kito abashi]
the pain goes only when you let go
no uproar at all when you let me down
no eye blink at all when you cross me
‘cause i [?]

[verse 7: kito abashi]
they say rappers always lie like n~ggas playin’ cousins
smollett ass kissin’ through the industry f~ckin’
ain’t gotta ask ya nothin’, them n~ggas smashed ya b~tton
and he probably d~ck suckin’ if he trash and buzzin’
he sold his soul and it’s buyin’ him nothin’
lies and gluttony, any bind he gon’ start lyin’ on puffy
“n~gga signed, just trust him, sh~t”
no grind, no hustlin’
real n~ggas only comin’ a dime a dozen, b~tch
i’m ill verse with demons
i’m real earth to venus
this won’t work between us
i need percs for g~nius(?)
i’m nice [?] hurts demeanors
when i shoot [?]
[?]
bbl careers, i don’t know, it just seem fake
battle me? okay
i ain’t rattled, n~gga, you in the way
first dr. umar open a school
then the epstein tapes, n~gga

[hook: kito abashi]
the pain goes only when you let go
no uproar at all when you let me down
no eye blink at all when you cross me
‘cause i [?]
the pain goes only when you let go
no uproar at all when you let me down
no eye blink at all when you cross me
‘cause i [?]

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