[Intro]
Uh, Da-, Da-
Uh, uh, uh, yeah
Frontline
Line Em Up, D-Dot Dallas
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Stevie, uh, uh, uh, uh
Let's go
Routine, uh, uh
[Verse 1]
Just saying hi, haters
The kids back from a hiatus
With my latest divine sayings, it's rhyme's greatest
Troubled genius, dude ain't gon' die famous
Don't recognise once I've been dead at least five ages
'Head of the time, it's time to spit, tick tock, wait
So ahead of the time, my reflection's a clockface
You heard how I do it, took it to run with it
Goddammit, I done did it, motherfucker, come get it
'Causе, son, spit it like no other, flow's butter
Thеy sayin' I can't believe it, like Fabio, what up
To South Auckland? Gimme a second
'Cause where we from, you get smacked for not givin' a second
Takeaways real as hell, boy, if you ain't tell your boy
He leavin' with bumps on his face bigger than Hellboy's
Straight fire, they sayin' they got the game wired
I ain't playin', nah, I got the arcade tied up
Put that on my name, D-Dot Dallas
Not Angeletti hot, they better feel me, they not
Comparin' [?] so rock your Pelle Pelle and sip your cheap
Vodka, I'm [?] rocker, who's Martin Jannetty?
[Chorus]
So let it knock your air, just let it go (Let it go)
My ink drop on a page, I let 'em know
Touch on a few things, couple of mood swings
Crew sling true scenes, y'all know the routine
So let it knock your air, just let it go (Let it go)
My ink drop on a page, I let 'em know
Touch on a few things, couple of mood swings
Crew sling true scenes, y'all know the routine (Uh, uh, uh)
[Verse 2]
The paranoia make me eager to write, see
Me, I'm like the real Hank McCoy, a Beast on the mic
Speedin' through life, [?] lights flashin' me on the right
Proceed to recite what's legal, guess the Beastie's was right
You gotta fight for that right to parlay
After a long day of [?] chill with your hombres
The Caucas' half Sa' kid let the song play
Beyond range with the thoughts, this just an entree
Come on, say it (Say it), I'm soundin' too big for my britches
Not Joe Cotton, not droppin' sizes, so I do fit in
I got a few inches over the competition
The jungle is prob'ly bitchin' but they p-p-p-p-probably listenin'
Sorry, that probably isn't true, admit it too
It's minuscule, something I subject to ridicule
It's ridiculous just how I do this
For my amusement, thank God, the dude's sick
[Chorus]
So let it knock your air, just let it go (Let it go)
My ink drop on a page, I let 'em know
Touch on a few things, couple of mood swings
Crew sling true scenes, y'all know the routine
So let it knock your air, just let it go (Let it go)
My ink drop on a page, I let 'em know
Touch on a few things, couple of mood swings
Crew sling true scenes, y'all know the routine (Uh, uh)
[Post-Chorus]
I'm nine to five with this here writing, I suppose
Some don't wanna see the rise of me but I don't really know
If they realise I'm not tryna be the next MC to blow
I'm just stickin' to the routine 'cause it's all I really know, ayy
I'm nine to five with this here writing, I suppose
Some don't wanna see the rise of me but I don't really know
If they realise I'm not tryna be the next MC to blow
I'm just stickin' to the routine 'cause it's all I really know, yeah
[Chorus]
So let it knock your air, just let it go (Let it go)
My ink drop on a page, I let 'em know
Touch on a few things, couple of mood swings
Crew sling true scenes, y'all know the routine
So let it knock your air, just let it go (Let it go)
My ink drop on a page, I let 'em know
Touch on a few things, couple of mood swings
Crew sling true scenes, y'all know the routine (Uh, uh)
