LIVE WUNZ - Dodger - Show And Prove Part 2 lyrics

rate me

[Flawless]

Primo Shit! Tony Touch. We got the livest lyricist in

NYC, The Hottest Producer in NYC, and the Hottest DJ in

NYC! Bout to get real ugly up in here.

[Touch Scratches various “Live Wun” Tracks]

[Scratches Continue throughout the entire track]

I come strapped for combat, Wit a craftsmen axe

I commit fraud on tax, Skillfully cover my tracks

Me and my doggz come hard, Rough wolf packs

Credit maxed, Ya'll chumps be like DON'T DO THAT

But when I spat on your track, You sold out when you hit racks

The album was wack, At 125 you proved that

But since I was on that, Mad headz done bought that

The track was like a bad battle, You tried but you ain't fought back

My verse was played on the mixed-tapes,

They ain't put you on, You was a waste of space

I see how you eatin' off that single hit

It was your LP, But you ain't wrote the shit

Shoulda called that track changed up, Cuz when I finished up

You stepped up and layed nut

I've had rhymes on the brain since the sixth grade

While ya'lll was bringin' the pain, I was getting' paid

Makin' mixed-tapes to promote my name

Writin' in rhyme books to elevate my game

Kept my head in books increasin' vocabulary

And the first shit I laid down left ‘em jus a lil' bit worried

Since then, A rush to help the game evolve

I mastered all the problems ya'll still tryna solve

On the 1 and 2's, My skills ain't quite like GQ

But I guarantee I'ma chirp a 12 better than you

You still think sharp sounds come from fast scratches

My Game I reworked like Dialated, And sewed up all the patches

I was the first one to rap about gasoline and matches

Always had thick game, I mean I kept game thick

Ya'll party on weekends while I work on my mix

The thought of college scares me, I can't take shit with me

Wit out practice it's guaranteed a strong game will turn flimsy

Plus tables get dusty, And fingaz get rusty

And without rap – Piss me off, I get a lil' bit touchy

Rap and mathematics what I enjoy the most

I likes east and west coast, Division and exponents

I eat burgers and rib roast, Fried Eggs and Rye Toast

Too proud to beg like TLC, But I sure as hell Boast

Every creation I concoct, Is repeatably knocked

Everyone always got ideas, For sale in tiendas and shops

Some say I should stop, Some want me to still drop

Regardless of public opinion, I'm stayin' on top

If you wanna sample, Go buy a tape

Ain't getting' shit free from me, I'm bout to win the whole race

[Flawless]

Thas that true hip hop! Jus straight rap! No hook.

We ain't even gotta curse. We jus speak the real, the truth!

Dodger did it again New York...[Echoes and Fades]