Expand and dilate, so by the end of the we put down the mic Thinkin' D-Dilated Peoples heat That's guaranteed for sure, a pure mix-ture Some try to do the same but style ain't pure A carbon copy, that's right, Rak, it comes out so Plus far from crisp, so I leave you wit
Yo, to me it matter how dope you write or look MC's without a voice should a book You heard me properly, that shit you didn't, oh really My crew's more dedicated Rocky training in Philly Put gloves on, about to get more than, can't withstand The they left baffled coffee shops in Amsterdam I got redemption from an honorable mention So my lyrics hug the wit the tightest suspension
Don't fear on turns, of course the corners Yo, that's my drive, got tracks beehives You can't my gate, a great mistake, you paid the cost You than me? You screaming, "Shorty no mas" Yo, some think I'm Others think I'm the one who makes too many to Whether or not I'm feelin' this beyond explain Yo, you set up a outdoors and pray for rain
Attention and gentlemen
Expand and dilate, so by the end of the we put down the mic Thinkin' Peoples brings heat That's guaranteed for sure, a pure mix-ture Some try to do the same but they ain't pure A carbon copy, that's right ev, it out so sloppy far from crisp, so I leave you wit this
Ai yo, you like who you hang wit And piece who you paint wit Everything is merging, no matter who you wit Imagery hymns, political poetry Platform show, by now maybe you Who don't scheme, but knows more lines than Coke dark plates, it's hot and smoking Sneaky green slow flow, thought
Leaves mics, and stages broken Dilated y'all, y'all, wide awake Babu revolve Rakka rocks the break is a cycle to turn, vital to learn Next time other neighborhoods are to burn Toys meet the same fate steppin' in Ain't your folks at you 'bout playin' wit flame? be contained, front row's insane Alchemist the track, Irisci, bullet train
Attention ladies and
Expand and dilate, so by the end of the When we put the mic Thinkin' D-Dilated Peoples brings That's guaranteed heat for sure, a mix-ture Some try to do the same but style ain't pure A carbon copy, that's Rak, it comes out so sloppy far from crisp, Babs, leave 'em wit this