Dan-e-o

Dan-e-o - We &; You lyrics

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Dan-e-o, the bull fighter, rhyme writer, el matador

Lyrical mastermind, flow viciously, this MC be raw

Mono marksmen be sharpenin' they skills

You couldn't screw with the crew, Monolith

Cus disrespect is not allowed when the Lith rolls through



This rap addict's back at it to have you fags frantic

Cats who have static, your caskets need plannin'

Though Dan is asthmatic, I lyrically blast cannons

I seriously can't stand what this industry has patented

A style of rap that's laced with phrases that's basically lazy

Wasting our babies' minds through songs that's crazily shady

Amazing me maybe the most is how we disgrace the ladies

On screens, got 'em dribbling more balls than Tracy McGrady

What company hired you to give the rep that you holdin'?

Sometimes I see your V.I.P. pass and bet that it's stolen

You never wrote a rhyme so why your head is so swollen?

Couldn't make a crowd get up even if the credits was rollin'

It's a shame you an A&R, you won't get your label far

Would rock groups get signed if its members couldn't play guitar?

(No) then why do wack rappers make mad grands?

Meanwhile, without a badge, I'm still known as The Man, yeah!



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WE come to rock, YOU come to jock!

WE nice the vibe and y'all niggaz dick ride!

YOU come to hate, WE snatch your plate!

And YOU get your food eaten every time!



I crush clowns, make they're blabberin' a hushed sound

Gwannin' with too much mouth like if they scored a touchdown

Now they just cuss, frown and cry cuz they just found

I must pound punks into the ground 'till they dust bound

Cuz all you've done is rockin' in your click's sessions

Assumin' that each verse makes a popular impression

Stop any bredren from walkin' up into my section

Cuz from one mention, I pop niggaz like big questions

Still my records don't make enough funds for me

And you complainin' how commercial hip-hop's come to be?

You internet nerds are all punks to D

How will underground survive when you get stuff for free?

See this menace is a murderer with sentences

Greater than percentages of pregnant kids on T.V. talk show segments is

But you a faker, step to me and I'll make ya

Later than periods and the times most niggaz wake up!



[CHORUS]



[BRIDGE]

WE be the niggaz who can rock the house

And YOU be the niggaz who just run your mouth

See, WE be the niggaz who can make 'em dance

And YOU be the niggaz you ain't got a chance

See, WE be the niggaz who are bound to blow

And YOU be the niggaz who ain't learned to flow

So just chill and check how it's supposed to go

Yo peep it, yo peep it, peep it, peep it…



Man, what you lookin' at? Who you tryin' to scare with your crooked raps?

Cookin' facts up so all that's in your lyric book is crap

Claimin' you jookin' chaps, to me you the shookest cats

How you sell your soul, you might as well work where them hookers at

Battle your click and start with the largest member

Spirits I break with more malice than all of law's offenders

Hotter than West Indian food made with the harshest pepper

Serve you niggaz with verses badder than my father's temper

Remember "Dear Hip Hop"?, you one of his abusers

Especially you hatin' types, fake gangstas and you nerds

Callin' my pager anonymously dissin' me through words

No metaphors needed here: you're straight up friggin losers!

Yo, you're soon to hurt, here's what happens when this tune'll burst

It'll puncture the universe like dolls for a voodoo curse

Do you see the moon and earth? Yo, they'll be the first to go

I don't know what's worse you know, a flood or when I burst a flow!



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Language: English

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