No Sheets - Dagha

No Sheets - Dagha

Год
2006
Язык
`English`
Длительность
167700

Below is the lyrics of the song No Sheets , artist - Dagha with translation

Lyrics " No Sheets "

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No Sheets

Dagha

It’s the dominator

The decomposer, dark reaction

I digest and break down sound with satisfaction

Secretions discharge while Ions charge

I photosynthesize to camouflage

Mirage like peace

Release speech to slay beasts

From jungle to streets over DJ Real beats

It’s the innovator

The industry inflator

Concept creator, keep it round like equator

From past and future, call cadence and salute the

Soldiers and all warriors of the battle

Let’s dethrone de-saddle

I bring ‘em to the basement

If it ain’t rejuvenation it’s replacement

From the manufacturer, the Hip-Hop hypnotist

Chancellor slash music analyst

Couldn’t handle this

When kinetic energy’s displayed

Get knocked off the edge like Soul Blade, you’re played

I spit, I gut, I bust

I fuss much and such

I touch mics despite the hype…

I write, I speak

I freak beats unique with no sheets

I seeks, I saw

And came back raw

The God’s raw

I eat hammers and spit shells

I’m hardcore…

But won’t touch fish without the scales

For an encore…

I’ll flip mad coins, heads and tails

Invest seed money without exaggerating sales

Like fat beats…

My rap sheets make more ciphers than track meets

And rides on all terrains like black Jeeps

Guzzle water and piss out wine

Barrel right between the eyes you blink you’ll miss one rhyme

Make Richard Gonahangya feel the heat through organized crime

You can’t copyright my culture vultures this on time

I’m like a double-edged Ginsu

Gut and slaughter utensil

Family friends and kinfolk I plug ‘em like dimples

Playboy rappers do videos in their swimsuits

Monthly emcee menstruals wasting hot instrumentals

King of hills and castles explode to shrapnel

Tying knots in lassos hanging all the assholes

Blast those past those, black Medina Mass flows

Deadly attack Dagha on the track to smash foes

I spit, I gut, I bust

I fuss much and such

I touch mics despite the hype…

I write, I speak

I freak beats unique with no sheets

I seeks, I saw

And came back raw

I spit, I gut, I bust

I fuss much and such

I touch mics despite the hype…

I write, I speak

I freak beats unique with no sheets

I seeks, I saw

And came back raw

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