DIPSET - More Than Music lyrics

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(feat. Hell Rell, J.R. Writer)

[Intro: Duke Da God]

In the beginnin' of this movement it was all a dream

The passion, the dedication, the persistence

To achieve greatness, to reach each and every speaker from here on out

We didn't land on the rock, we moved the rock

All my niggaz from state to state. All my niggaz from town to town

All my people from nation to nation, yes I brought somethin' powerful with me!

And yes I brought some powerful people with me!

And we'd like to present somethin' we call More Than Music

[Verse 1: Hell Rell]

Niggaz clap to the flow they applaud my music

We do this for the love Duke this is More Than Music

1's for the money and 2's for the show and

3's for the Cadillac ridin' on vogues, man

Can you imagine how we smashin'

This motherfuckin' game we got a right to braggin'

I ain't with the talkin' fam I see you and attack

And we the Byrdgang I threw this eagle on my back

The Bronx is where I reside haze got me hizzigh

I hustle to get rich; you hustle just to get by

How you cook your coke I ice water with mine

I'll burn all my money before I give a bitch mine

Picture Rell trickin' on 'em

They not envelopes picture Rell lickin' on 'em

The game switchin' on 'em

Still over the stove cookin' that raw

And I analyzed the game when Killa took me on tour

All the G's salutin' me bitches screamin' my name

Felt good to be on stage rocks gleam from the chain

I put my life on paper when I record my music

You can look me in my eyes and see it's More Than Music

[Verse 2: J.R. Writer]

Me I still tag play the groupies

After raw dog try to valet the hooptie

Sazzae a hoochie with bags made of Gucci

And truly take her to a ballet and movie

What you ain't understadin' shorty

Picture me blam the 40

I got a line up of killas tha'tll just blam you for me

Cause when I'm out its like Girls Gone Wild

Soon as I lift up my shirt the cameras on me

I freak a land of hoes sittin' on that Phantom Rolls

Pound down an O roll it in Habana golds

Sinatra dutches you gots to love it

Addressin' like dressin' catch up/ketchup the drop is mustard

See how I switch fag Jag with the rip rag

How many rides I own never been to Six Flags

If the bitch ask for me to really trick bags

I tell her kiss ass hit her with a Kiss laugh

Snitch you should go gossip with the chicks

I'm logically the shit a bottle full of Cris

That's Prada on my kicks your wife all on my dick

A pimp check the blue mink pocket full of chips

A lot of y'all sick corner based snort this tape

And when I rap scrap they say Lord have sake

The six-minute prince every rapper sorta hate

Cause I do it no pause breathers nor water breaks

They boy get stupid ain't no more to me

Ain't no more to see, I'm More Than Music

So the dudes lust 'em it's a movement fuck 'em

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