Makin' Dollas

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Dunc’s rich, full-bodied production serves as a natural backdrop to Toine’s technically astute rhymes, layered deep with smooth instrumentation evocative of such luminaries as J. Dilla, DJ Jazzy Jeff, and Pete Rock, each of whom shaped the classic hip hop sounds of Dunc’s childhood. Toine’s energy and bright delivery belie wisdom beyond his years, inspiring deep reflection as easily as sharp battle fare and complex rhyme schemes. Maintaining a close working relationship with PG neighbor Oddisee and assuming a strong presence in the collective atmosphere of the DMV’s hip hop scene, DTMD appeared separately on MMG’s “Helpless Dreamer” compilation, Toine rhyming on “Different Now” and Dunc producing Stik Figa’s “From the Top.” Now the debut album Makin' Dollas hits itunes for an early pre-release exclusive!

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released 20 September 2011
produced by Dunc
Vocals by Toine

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Track Name: Makin' Dollas
You ain't testing me
I train with the best emcees
To run laps around tracks till I rest in peace
Dale Earndhart from the start, best believe
I'ma roll with this rap shit as long as I breathe
You see, I was reluctant but it kinda chose me
Ain't have my shit together and I met some bad weather
But I remain attatched to raps like its possessing me
Matter of fact, the syntax is stress relief
In other words, if we speaking candidly
I be spitting for sanity
not really for the vanity
If no one was a fan of me
I'd do it for the hell of it
But I'd rather be selling it
Providing for self, maximizing personal wealth
Got my shit on the shelf
And the intent is to buy my independence
Cause niggas get lost over business
The sensitive get senseless
The tentative get dismissed
But we up in here to win this...
No doubt


i be a young ass....grown nigga
but old enough to know that if it come fast, its gone quicker
so i'm building foundations for a nation
independent of time, so a trend don't undermine what i'm creating
my poisonous thoughts seem to distort the artificially made
who think you only worth how much you paid
but whether you sleeping on stacks or clocking minimum wage
this life is for the living, so i give to the page
something thats worth memory
responsibilities kick the shit out of the kid in me
wanna impress the same niggas i diss
shooting for ignorant minds, but i miss
when i was ignorant too
ha...i guess it was bliss
but now i'm older, and destined for this
tryna do what i can do with this impeccable gift
cause when we swing, its a definite hit
look you ain't effin wit this....
Track Name: Untitled (feat. Oddisee)
(Oddisee)
ayo Toine, they want me switch the game up
I was tryna play it, maybe I can get my name up
On the high score, another level
marquee mark the bottom of the map where I came from...
its okay young, you get it overnight and you gon' lose it over day
and homie that's where the shade come
but I done walked through the valley of the shadow of dark
my eye sharp, so the path I don't stray from
but when the day come, the eye in I out the eye of the storm
I'ma move on what I take from
the path, like a casket from Damascus
being moved to a musuem and viewed by the masses
truthfully, asking me, in my opinion most niggas rappin...is fashion
jewels and they glasses, ask them they views they confused like "what happened?"
proof they watch news on caption

(Toine)
In the midst of a lost society
a cat's noriety
is passed so quietly
as stashed sobriety
but my math is ivy league
like stacks of pinery
...or trees
kinda dope, like the shit was grown in Belize
and flown overseas, I
loan what you need and
roam where I please
cause I'm sewn from the seeds of
legendary emcees...see? we the same breed
I remain me...cold enough to give a brain freeze
old enough to make it plain, see...
morals is outplayed when they out paid
you stumble across where doubt lay
but you need food in your mouth, eh?
so when you rap, what you gonna say?
do you spit to make the ass shake?
or do you kick it for the brain's sake?
I'm just kicking shit half-baked
hoping that we on the same page
so let's go.
Track Name: Been Trying
never a product of his environment
he was produced, despite his environment
born young & dumb, and forced ignorance to retirement
then resurrected it...with his patience expiring
hmm...I mean though, ain't really follow his dream though
mind preoccupied, and he find his self-esteem low
felt the world ain't understand him, but demand him
and he ain't wanna show up
told himself its cool if he don't blow up
but you know what? the clock tick-tocking
all up in his ear...screamin bout this hip-hopping
and he finally got around to listening
start living his own life, doing his own shit again
still wanna be seen at certain shows
seen in certain clothes, or mean shit to certain hoes...or not
...but you know, I'm still trying....
feel me?
Track Name: You
...we a hell of a name
i'm tryna grab a whole nother level in plain
possesed with a flow, and i rebel the main
stream, choke your mind with an intelligent chain
sometimes i be the type to wanna yell at the lame
used to be the nigga who would dwell in the same
places where they praise the irrelevant fame
some say the black cats got a devilish aim
but i maintain we cool on the DL
Hugh, see we sell too
but i had to +straighten it out+ like CL Smooth
it wasn't me, cause the ones who prevail are few
typical for a young male to do
and now i'm tryna ring a bell with who? (who?) [echos]
125125 niggas with a scale to move
their means for the currency but currently lost
just another black man tryna be his own boss so...


go head and do
do it
its you
do what you do
as long as its you
as long as its you...
do what you do


i'm tryna to kick divine knowledge with a slave tongue
in the fields tryna harvest liberation
reside in the streets these niggas was raised from
hoping the dialect could reach down and save one
but i doubt it, cause they comfy in crowds:
the type of niggas checking for the names while we checking for the styles
born to be tamed, while we made to run wild
quick to shuck and jive while we rarely crack a smile
without reason, see for the ears we be thievin
a little more important than some hype for the evening
see i don't really need em in the front row screaming
as long as ya'll hip to the reason
this hip-hop took me from a boy to a man
so i always had a plan
and when it comes to the music i take a stand
see we students of the sound
ain't even concerned with a crown
we do what we do...
so i'm telling you...

go head and do
do it
its you


...and it be the times
when everything is pressing me, i'm thankful i rhyme
dress thoughts with words that some others would find
appealing to the ear and beautiful to the mind
see this path i'm trekking ain't a usual climb
a lot of niggas want it but ain't used to grind
a lot of cats flaunt it but i'm prudent with mine
won't hesitate to tell you we ain't two of a kind
cause i'm on a search for what i'm worth
deciphering my meaning through a verse
speaking it keep me from going beserk
fam be on my back like "you need to get a job"
but writing to these tracks i feel like i'm doing work
so i gotta make it work keep the same mindstate from the first
thing i ever wrote gotta give back to the earth
reflection of the eternal giving birth
never hold up, even when the struggle make me slow up
you know what...
Track Name: The Struggle Is Real
you know the struggle is real
whether you on the block, and you clutching the steel
hustling for As or tryna to pay bills
or just living in the world tryna find something real
you know the struggle is real
you try to run away but it lives on still
you gotta face it, embrace it with skill
thats why i'm on mic tryna get ill...cause its real

and we going worldwide
slap hands and plan with mans for the ride
DTMD: Doing Things Making Dreams?
or Dodging The Masses with Dope for the fiends
we hope for the means, serving food for the mental
giving you drive while most settle for rentals
the truth, we invoke...
so if you dilligent to the same, we kinfolk
and if you lighting it up, pass the indo
still number 1 with a no. 2 pencil
and the object is to get dough
but progress be a bitch though
cause sometimes its a bit slow
and the grind make you shift yo...face
to the constant frown
can't relate to the niggas you grew up around
cause your path to the freedom is getting off the ground
now how that sound...?
its a struggle....

you know the struggle is real
whether you on the block, and you clutching the steel
hustling for As or tryna to pay bills
or just living in the world tryna find something real
you know the struggle is real
you try to run away but it lives on still
you gotta face it, embrace it with skill
thats why i'm on mic tryna get ill...cause its real

and its strange as hell
seeing beautiful minds rearrange themselves
but who can really say they remain themselves
when the world here telling you to change yourself
and your best friends lust for the fame & wealth
...well mostly the fame
but the idea's more relevant than a name
the evidence is plain
but niggas line up to be a pawn in this game
you gotta to think a little deeper
hip-hop ain't about pushing a two seater
or knowing a few divas
blowing a little reefer
or new sneakers
we more like the substitute teachers
cause I learned more from Black Star and Black Thought
than i ever did from any class of any sort
so i hope niggas don't distort
the message in the rhymes i report
come up short, ignoring my lines
to snort talcum, no raw
cause lyrically i speak Malcolm
modeling flaws
on beats bouncing
i be the law
for the minds on the grind
don't worry i got ya'll, we all in the struggle
Track Name: Raw (feat. Godly MC & Kev Brown)
(godlymC)
Chill city nights got me lovin the gritty life
Pretty lights, tittys and niggas who spit titty-like
Silly right? Till they heard what spittin is really like
Now they heard whenever Ant and Mike on the mic
But we more on a mission
Ya'll sound old while we sound like wisdom
Bars tend to glisten
Not 10 for admission
This that $25 a gram flow
Sour Dies' and sweet samples
Amongst these sambos
We native to authentic
Came back to take the space that ya'll rented
Sure thing. If it's a bet I'm all in it
And if it's a lane I'm in I'm hoggin it but...
I'm left of the HOV
Bumping HOV
Thinkin reasonably like...
Shorty say she like our style?
That's politics as usual...

*hook*

see this is what you've arrived for
you got some REAL niggas to ride for
you know we give it to you raw!
and this shit is to die for
cause the game look like an eyesore so
we give it to you raw!
we give it to ya, yep you know it...
we give it to ya, come on you know it...
we give it to ya...we give it to ya...
we give it to ya, man we give it to you raw!

in this comraderie, we demolish the
so called "astronomy" of bullshit defining the
state of the art, they playing the part, of sodomy
making a mark? i'm shaking em off as falacy
niggas be crowding me
i try to tell em in this rap game, they foul to me
i won't dispell em but they screams ain't a sound to me
i can't correct em, but it just ain't profound to me
...so turn the beat up.
niggas be out of bounds to me
where i rock, many knock but few enter
my shit'll turn em into cinder
cassius clay when these tracks is played
and these flyweights'll get dismembered
reassembled, splintered, swindled
if niggas begin ta
swing at the best, lyrically finesse & splendor
bring in ya vest, cause an exposed chest will end a
...life of a clone tryna step into my center like...

see this is what you've arrived for
you got some REAL niggas to ride for
you know we give it to you raw!
and this shit is to die for
cause the game look like an eyesore so
we give it to you raw!
we give it to ya, yep you know it...
we give it to ya, come on you know it...
we give it to ya...we give it to ya...
we give it to ya, man we give it to you raw!

(kev brown)
sound so purty, but dunc still keep it dirty
my raps the opposite of perjury
you can ask ya peoples just in case ya missed it
i'm bob ross wit it...don't ever forget it
no matter who ya clique is, or who you claim to be
we got the flavor boyeee its so plain to see
...top of my game's where i aim to be
seems like its pretty much in range for me
never the same, too much range to be free
i guess that's the way i was raised in PG
i guess a whole...gang of ya'll can agree
the classics are forever in tune with the key
we unlock the door, never gave it back...what for?
face my team, know the challenge you up for
might wanna lace your hoodie up once more
its cold when the people say they had enough of yours...

see this is what you've arrived for
you got some REAL niggas to ride for
you know we give it to you raw!
and this shit is to die for
cause the game look like an eyesore so
we give it to you raw!
we give it to ya, yep you know it...
we give it to ya, come on you know it...
we give it to ya...we give it to ya...
we give it to ya, man we give it to you raw!
Track Name: Fantastic
i MC: i Must Create Microphone Classics
a Metaphysical Craftsman, with Musical Captions
relaxing, letting a draft in
to air the smoke out what we ashing, the ganja
in rap? i'm a monster
niggas coming back like karma
and ya'll gon pay for it like a sponsor
in the element of irrelevance and drama
the current testament, whats heaven sent will calm ya
but i'm still bonkers, got a nigga sweating like a sauna
my bank account never seen a comma
its a war outside, my thoughts be the armor
most skilled in the genre, most real in the entour
-rage of these fake niggas
late niggas
maternal mistake niggas
no need to debate, niggas
its dunc & toine makin dollas feel free to hate niggas...
or just wait, niggas...

(chorus)
its like yo...in case you ain't know
we be kickin the shit that you ain't hearing no more
ya'll keep it the same, we progress with the flow
its DTMD sun you know how we go
we fantastic

the boy cut from a different cloth, something bout the texture
invest in a different cause, something bout my lecture
the spirit of my text is a specter
hear it in my breath i'm the best ta
breathe with the rest of
these emcees wanna test ya, but please i be nectar
keeping wannabees on the swarm with my gesture
god i hope that i reflect ya, see?
and if not, i hope i'm on the road to be...
losing myself finding myself
finding myself losing myself
for the paper or the love? confusing myself
scratching lines like mosquito bites just itching for something greater
the only magazine a nigga read be The Fader
now niggas like "please be saviors"
they need these favors cause we be major
beats be flavor, feeling like Ali and these cats is Joe Frazier
nah, ya'll don't want it
i'm from a capital state, where we all on a capital chase
and call out rappers thats fake, so you don't have to debate
emotion...don't front, you know i gotchu opin still...

(chorus)

i rhyme for purpose, for purpose i rhyme
searching to find, a state where i'm immersed in divine
so i, take a knee before i check in this game
cause niggas on the side booing, expecting a change
and i ain't the congruent, reflecting the same
the message remains since Mirror Image stepped in the frame
to spit the bare facts, cause niggas say we the rare cats
to take this rap shit and run with it like Air Max
a child of the sun, from the land where niggas run wild with the gun
just to stockpile the funds
i ain't spittin cause i feel myself, i will myself
i figure if i'm dope, then i'll deal myself
and never getting high on my own
until i'm high on the throne
catching nosebleed, piercing the ozone
my known home, a climate of Goadomes
arriving at horizons and despising the quotes throw -- they falter
i lark to something a little deeper
something a little sweeter than a temporary teaser
dropping back with words, looking for a receiver
(one Mississippi...) with the clock ticking tryna beat a
goal set for myself to be a
Nas by 18
a J Dilla by 20
but Antoine by 30 you heard me?
you heard me?
we fantastic.
Track Name: A Loan For The Lonely
rise & shine people
cause its a new day...
a new day...

and this is a loan for the lonely

(hook)
shit, you miss the real? you ain't lonely
you ain't got no deal? you ain't lonely
you serving mental meals for these people to feel?
well then we need to build cause you ain't lonely...
kinda short on the wealth? you ain't lonely
you got knowledge of self? you ain't lonely
and this is just a poem
so when your mind roam, i'm letting you know you ain't alone...
you ain't alone.

now check it.
its just another day
A Lazy Afternoon by The Roots getting play
about 2:30 and the skies look grey
but a kiss from the mary make the clouds go away
heaven on earth
trying to figure out how much rain need to hit my dirt to build my self worth
never really putting self first
was too shy, and the attention didn't quench a thirst
and conversely i was raised, inside of a maze
where every nigga spitting need his own fanbase
...and i was on a mission for the truth
on some AP shit, stiff-armin all these groupies in the groups
and now? i kinda look back like "where the hoes at?"
where the corny, "yes"mans who be quoting my flows at?
but everytime i find myself with em
i be doin whatever i can to get em out of my system...

(hook)

okay
i'm tired of wack rappers too
narcissistic niggas, we ain't that into you
carry every conversation like an interview
but lyrically ain't even fucking with my interludes
but i can't hate
cause they appeal to a whole 'nother ear
my message don't even translate
why worry bout another man's fate?
when i'm tryna get my piece of the pie and make my own plate
and thats the daily struggle
when you tryna hustle but it seem you keep coming shorter
you never understand what god got in order
cause hard times is something like water
fertilizing manure
and if you think thats bullshit you gotta come purer
and come into yourself and stand on your own floor
and if you can't, then you phony
cause only one can win, and that's what Dilla told me...
Track Name: Keep On (feat. yU)
I asked god what he want from me
Stepped out the mirror
thought of what I really wanted to be
Thought it was clearer when this rap shit was fun to me
I mean its cool but nowadays
Its all about whatever pays comfortably
A blue collar spitter
But still more exquisite when I deliver the writtens
I can't lie to the mic, even if I'm forgiven
Too humble to say I'm the best, I just hope you listen
and suggest
niggas to pay attention
And if you mention me as your favorite emcee
Then think about this please
I'm like 20 years old, no college degree
But a hip-hop scholar when I'm rocking a beat
...So you should see how powerful the knowledge can be
I used to do it for free, but now it come with a fee
...Whatever the situation, your mind is the key
Whether you on your own shit or you following me
We keep on...

speaking god's gift
And dunc's beats be the accomplice
Writing beautiful non-sense
Cooler than James Todd Smith
And I'm doing it well
Young man living a dream
And I ain't even think about a record sale
Just getting my thoughts out
Venting a line to recline
And be fine knowing that the world is mine
God bless your life...and lookout for the signs
cause the strength of your mind is how life is defined
And sometimes I stumble
lose the hand off on a fumble
But what I mumble make niggas crumble
It get hot out here...sometimes its like a jungle
But I try to keep it chill on the humble
See the cause is more important than the effect
So a loss ain't really a death
Just another chance to prove yourself
And in the hip-hop, I lose myself
whatever confusion, its the solution
join the movement
We keep on...

For the mental plane
I get essential
The pencil
And written slang
A testament to represent
The niggas in the game
Who be filling the deficits
With excrement -- opposite
The positive acknowledge this
No need for binoculars
The third eye see too clear
You know who here?
Me & Dunc and niggas know the flow
Produce glares
But who cares
I guess that's why I write...
Sharpen up + flow it through the mic
It ain't cause I be feelin like I'm tight
But rather cats is all chatter, bout the shit that don't matter
I speak the light that make the roach scatter
So all you joke rappers
Leave the mic a loan
Like FASFA
Just something to think about
be yourself, don't know who it is, figure it out
Makin the fly girls quiver and shout
Guru rest in peace, and never ever cease
And I be out
and keep on...
Track Name: Sea Me Sun
we the youngest in charge
draft pick of the rap shit, illest rookie card
with the hologram, signature style, we do it hard
make moves, but never change views, we thank god
my main man O, he told me from the start
or the get go, to get dough but hold to your pencil
that mean take notes
live life to learn from other great folks
plus the main niggas out making pesos
do the craft for the artists and the lay folks
so i'm up late nights like space ghost
tryna find the right lines to create dope
we in the times where hip-hop shit flop
i say cream of the crop just made a pit stop
gotta change the oil to keep it tip-top
but pay attention to the numbers on the wrist watch
that's why i be spazzin
to hit em in a timely fashion
derivative of the genesis of the mic and beat clashin
which means, we be lasting
DTMD like your number one assassins
stars of the roster, voted team captain
Paid more but we mean more, so we laughin
Tryna get the checks for the cashin
And the respect for our passion...
So what you asking?


Yo we settle the score
Change up the game when we step in the door
Simple and plain, we keep the element pure
And bring it live like never before, you want more?
Say word!!!!
One more time, now get em up
Say word!!!!
We gon shine & live it up
Like freak freak da funk to the beat
ayo, it sound sweet, you know we do it up like...

....we raising hell
And to keep it a hunned we afraid to fail
So we gotta make sure that its made to sell
They trained me well
Tame, but my aim for real
We got it locked like a gang in jail
Tryna blow up fast and disappear like dave chappelle
Cause these funny ass niggas wanna blaze a L
and politic, like they ain't full of shit
But I can tell
Cause a nigga took notes
Researched the quotes of the past
and I ain't even tryna joke with they ass
I play it cool, but consider me fool?
I recall what my Uncle Tip said about the industry rule
4...0,8 oh.
so check the rhime, cause I ain't made for a J-O
Respect the grind
We come, right & exact and you know its a fact
So enjoy this little time we your opening acts...nigga


Yo we settle the score
Change up the game when we step in the door
Simple and plain, we keep the element pure
And bring it live like never before, you want more?
Say word!!!!
One more time, now get em up
Say word!!!!
We gon shine & live it up
Like freak freak da funk to the beat
You want, it sound sweet, you know we do it up like...

...and this be the finale
we raise your degree from Sicily to Cali
Tennessee to Maui, never read praises
rather be with my niggas gettin' faded loudly
changed from the cloudy mindstate, to migrate
to sunshine whenever the voice vibrate
cause Dunc got beats to rock the Tri-State
feeling like i'm 20 Feet Tall but i'm 5'8"
...and these niggas ja late
if they try to come across the boss
they try to floss, and i'll violate
habeus corpus, you'll forfeit
capital punishment: no trial date
casually...you'll end up a casualty
no need to blast, i kick ass for free
and if you looking for the illest nigga, ask for me
i'm signing off on a masterpiece, we keep it on like...
Track Name: God Theory
I call my brother sun
Cause the light help me raise myself
sometimes I amaze myself
Feeling strong enough to praise myself
So I be god right?
Shit I plead the fifth...percentile
When I unravel the gift
Floating along on a natural lift
Lettin the earth educate
Tryna keep it on a practical tip
Read omens like an actual script
From the same penmanship that authored the world in six
I used to wanna read from right to left
Now I see it from life to death
Beginning to end
Make more sense than interpreting divinity by how a man swivel a pen
we all human, chiseled in sin
But if we made in the image of him
Who said we met our full potential in 2010?
So until the day the unknown's known
We bow down to the celestial throne
Tryna find the truth to clone...
God.

Or how we see it...
Do you see it?
I rather be it...
So just be yourself...
Determine your own wealth
And embrace the help
cause we can't do it alone...


I used to be depressed cause I was often alone
Never thought that when I'm authoring poems
I need space like a planet
So the atmosphere all in my dome
Is all clear when I burn one and migrate home
You know
I was too smart to sit in a class
Or too dumb to sit in a class
My point of view remained altered
I marketed the gift of the gab
When other plans faltered
And it was like praying to an altar
I built for myself
And meditation was critical help
Cause every rhyme I kicked
possessed the element of timelessness
So I attribute the divine to this
Cause it seems like I'm walking my path
That I'm destined
And the microphone stand is a staff
And a blessing
Cause if you know the half that I'm stressing
The knowledge of you, is to know where you from and where you going
We all chosen, so live in the moment cause we owe it....
To God

Or how we see it...
now do you see it?
cause yo...i'd rather be it.
so be yourself, determine your own wealth
and embrace the help...
Track Name: 95 Live (feat. Quartermaine)
(Quartermaine)
Through the District
Daily do I troop
I get pounds from mystics
Who sit bearded on their stoop
And lose their roof when they hear an open loop
Confined to reality
Well I'm the breakthrough
Unlock the secret
Believe I can achieve it
Put my thoughts to paper so Destiny can read it
It's like my pen's bleeding
Heart in every word
Even if a tree falls and my art's never heard...
I'm a warlord
For the peace I disturb
Chopping, cutting, raping...
Record collections
We murder mics,
Herd your wife and head for the hills
Its open season for feeding,
I need a meal
Still
Love the fill
Of a real soul platter
Fixings mixed in then dipped in Funk batter
Tracked in Tools make it sound phatter
Grap handed the ladder
Proof that family matters
Now its my turn
Quarter to DTMD
More than one term cause learn from the Fentys
Executive checks we earn and collect plenty
We keep the crowd roaring like Harlem in the twenties

(Toine)
this be that bomb of the century
To purify the life and cause enemy injury
Me & Q, keep it tight...niggas elementary
I be the principal to enforce the principles
Of mic ministry
DTMD, we got symmetry
Plentifully
Clockin plenty Gs from mp3s
And lyrically
I'm like Coltrane, you Kenny G
Ain't got no damn soul, just empty similes
Nigga please
my message is one
A weapon to some, when flexing the tongue
Spittin like I'm bouta die after the session is done
Leave it all on the m-i-c
Cause I need Benjis to befriend me
So where they at?
I'm taking it all, that's no fable
Spit caine and the flow abel
Deep enough to go naval on your whole stable
Verbally fatal
And that's only when I rap to rap
So picture me on a track
With hip-hop on my back
Cause all the alternatives is wack?
They tryna make that crack
The quick hit, that leave you assed out, falling flat
But I'd rather you improve on what you lack so
Think about that
Track Name: The Flame
see i, know more but i care less
play it cool to the side, never bare stress
never really start flinching even when it start inching
downhill, honestly that's when i fare best
...with my back against the wall
see i can't swim but i'll wait till the water rise tall
just to see if i'll tread, or go ahead and just fall
but i won't lose, takes shots but i won't bruise
make stops but i won't snooze
i'm too me to give a damn if i broke rules
2-3 on looseleafs and the protools...just ahead of ya
we can weigh the same and i'll still stand heavier see?
i make it plain, penetrating all barriers
and go against the grain anywhere across america
but right now i'm floating
astral traveling, zoning
picturing hip-hop and who they say control it
disastrous...nowadays it ain't who got the dopest shit
its all about who's nicks the fattest
its tragic and you wonder why the real heads retire
record stores and all the hip-hop spots expire
cause niggas don't appreciate that fire
but we gettin' higher
maintaining our frames cause this music ain't a game
and while you leave after you just came
we remain
the flame.
Track Name: The Flame (Def Dee Remix)
see i, know more but i care less
play it cool to the side, never bare stress
never really start flinching even when it start inching
downhill, honestly that's when i fare best
...with my back against the wall
see i can't swim but i'll wait till the water rise tall
just to see if i'll tread, or go ahead and just fall
but i won't lose, takes shots but i won't bruise
make stops but i won't snooze
i'm too me to give a damn if i broke rules
2-3 on looseleafs and the protools...just ahead of ya
we can weigh the same and i'll still stand heavier see?
i make it plain, penetrating all barriers
and go against the grain anywhere across america
but right now i'm floating
astral traveling, zoning
picturing hip-hop and who they say control it
disastrous...nowadays it ain't who got the dopest shit
its all about who's nicks the fattest
its tragic and you wonder why the real heads retire
record stores and all the hip-hop spots expire
cause niggas don't appreciate that fire
but we gettin' higher
maintaining our frames cause this music ain't a game
and while you leave after you just came
we remain
the flame.