DAN-E-O - T.N.T. lyrics

rate me

I know you love how I do it to y'all

Dude, I was small and knew that I was suited to brawl

Get a competitor, forever they brutally fall

Gotcha listenin' like a radio station's new cue to call

Who knew when I started the type of rapper that Dan would be?

Zeppelin-type lyrics make you scream 'oh the humanity!'

To battle me's the definition of the word 'insanity'

Chances are screwed like faces of niggaz who be mad at me

(Oooh!) check my magic, elaborate display

Been rappin' since the day before back in the day

Damn impressive so manic depressives are happy to say

'Dan-e-o is comin'!' like someone always wackin' away

(Oh yeah!) introducing the industry's rap renegade

Flavorful like 84 gallons for fresh lemonade

Those who wanna scrap, but claimin' they never been afraid

Greg Focker meeting your parents would have a better day

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'Til I die I'mma keep strong (Tell 'em whatcha got!)

Lyrics make me a king (now tell these niggaz thatcha baahd!)

Trust me yo, I'm a baahd man!

Bwoy, yuh no ever wanna try no ting! [x2]

(Take these niggaz to the top!)

I always hit homers when up to bat

Don't believe that? Go ahead nigga and check the stats

Oddly enough, I ain't even playin' with all you cats

Y'all washed up and I run rap's new Laundromat

With sicker flows than what you find inside of a catheter

Ends of battles I'm in are best described as a massacre

The caliber of my lyrics got you stuck like a fastener

In the fact that I can mop the floor with you like a janitor

(Damn!) I knock the wind out of you like Rocky

I'm cocky, but honestly, whatchu gon' do to stop me?

My sixth sense see dead people: rappers who taunt D

Rhyme sweeter than faces of Beyonce and Ashanti

(Mmmph!) explicitly wicked until infinity

Been my favourite rapper from '87 up to this day

Ain't no slowin' down, I'm in this deeper than sympathies

Splittin' niggaz like seconds leavin' 'em dead like giveaways

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I'm constantly takin' it to ya grill

Got so much skill, cancer is jealous that I'm this ill

My music, from years of work, allowing talent to build

Is classic like T-dot dudes saying 'guy', 'bredren' and 'still'

If niggaz wanna trip, then I'm about to delay your bus

Flows shock you like you when your hearin' three-year-olds say a cuss

Quicker than whites getting toothpaste for over eight of us

Cuz we known to be Very Bad like Things that Christian Slater does

(Ohhh!) maybe I don't need a silly deal

I'm funky like your breath when garlic is in your meal

Minimal record sales is my only Achilles' Heal

Major labels eat a dick to know how I just really feel

(Uh huh) it's your loss doubting I'm great like outdoors

Nastier than the thought of seeing your mom without draws

Every rhyme I shoot just simply without a doubt scores

While you could never come with the right hit like southpaws!

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