Durag Dynasty feat. Evidence Spiral Event Lyrics

360 Waves Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 The Next One (intro)
  • 2 DRDC Theme
  • 3 Tender Greens
  • 4 Fish Meat
  • 5 360 Waves
  • 6 Trailer Mix
  • 7 Spiral Event
  • 8 Yasir Arafat Prelude
  • 9 Yasir Arafat
  • 10 Tetrahydrons on Mars
  • 11 Goon Call
  • 12 Bigger U Are the Harder You Fall
  • 13 Shooters
  • 14 Luxury Whip
  • 15 Funyons
  • [Tristate]
    Soundclasher, broadcaster
    Grandmaster masher, rap rapture
    Capture patterns with such stature
    Staggering style addict they can't stomach the status
    Off kilter, sketch colorful graphics
    Habit, straight radical, Hannibal's mathematical
    Sun Tzu, the literature's literally that tactical
    Son you, fatherless child, out of the vile
    Hands down, dance over the drums, James Brown
    General Gemstar, Custard blade
    Cut you for the roughage
    You can't ketchup, you all mustard
    With no originality, cats is pitifully wack
    With little league raps over t-ball tracks
    Listen, simple and plain, y'all outta pocket like loose change
    All we saying is pick up your game
    It's gold chain, slang bang

    [Killer Ben]
    Splashin' and thrashin', niggas rappin', ask me what happened
    I've been cuttin' niggas down for log cabins
    The dog yap, the guns clap quicker than a bark or a bite
    But you niggas is undecided like hermaphrodites
    S'posed to be blastin' your pistols not flashin' right
    Well your lyrics ain't killin' nobody so pass the mic
    If you ain't killed nothin', you gon' let it live, sensitive
    Frontin' but soft as a baby with a bib with a titty suckin'
    Me I be titty fuckin', them chickenheads be cluckin'
    Lookin' for chicken feed, picture me trickin' somethin'
    I got a trick for her, can she figure it out
    Wanna see a magic stick disappear, open ya mouth
    Brown bag baptize lyrics in brown water
    Suffer close quarter post traumatic head shot disorder
    Kangol, spit fire, my rhymes syllable slaughter
    Beretta leave holes in you grips the size of quarters

    Me and Waka Flocka was coolin' at the Palladium
    Jumped out the helicopter into another stadium
    With drugs that can't flush and guns that can't jam
    A rush association with the Tuscany blend
    It's a custom, deem people, evil believe no, hear no, see heaven
    Below the needle lethal, five members of the Beatles equal
    December I was live till November with the Mayan prequel
    The most tatted passport in history, another category class A victory
    Millie pulled a pistol in the winter, the list of Schindler
    Where the sinners and killers, dealers and villains living under ceilings and pillars
    Stealers of millions, still a fuckin' winner with no feelings
    I'm ever catching, Dynasty Du without the lesson
    Pyramid money is professsion

    [Planet Asia]
    Nefertiti hanging like an anchor
    I'm like a banker, Haitian gold motivation
    Working Turkish, circulate paper
    Fuck around, go ahead, be the quickest way to meet Mother Nature
    My every statement is disrespectful and blatant
    Sophistication is calculated for greatness
    But hold the math, total mass, wax like phonograph
    Tracks, soul controller rap, snap like photograph
    Raps is lethal, this dosage of dope packaged for people
    Backseat you with the Eagle, evil
    It's a stick up order of seafood
    So be cool or get beat on
    I'm the original so take that bullshit back to Pelan
    You little fragile ass peons, freeze up like freon
    Liquid source, my niggas is on we flip shit different
    Spiral event, another shipment, charge me with the violent intent
    Try to say the God fell off, whatever, ya mama nigga
    I'm hot like the lama in your bomber with drama
    Osama, Obama, Hussein Saddam, bomb palmer
    Don Karma, crack rock pecan, body armor don
    Polly on the song long with no training
    Straight up, I leave that shit bodied then I'm gone nigga

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