MASTAMIIND
DNA (Remix)
[Hook]
This is that real shit, building up real shit
Picking peppers, for Peter, pipe her, pen shit
Pimping, and simplistic pickings, pick apart the pit
Or pick a lock, and key him, oh God!
Ya'll slipping, like you not appealing
Ready for the killing, ready for the millions
Ready for the fillings, like I'm at a dentist
I be making noise, like onomatopoeia

[Verse]
Like it's never been about that
Should I really announce that?
I've been skilled, since I left out my fathers nut sack
Real shit but pause, I be getting rap n***as upset
Cause I'm the youngest n***a, doing no set
A n***a be silent, I'm a no say
But I'm bout to show n***as, that I murked rap
Give a fuck bout a enemy
Only care bout my inner me
Giving remedies, I'm a entity
I use the good in me, but when a n***a
Get a little bit pissed, then I might have to aim my pistols
Up entering, I might aim with a 3 just like I'm reading Leviticus
Got a bitch that Dominican, and the pussy I'm ending it
When the asshole is in the building, you know that I'm killing it
When I'm in the business, I'm a killing ya many man
Ya'll are mouses, fuck ya spouses, I'm a mormon
Need 4 houses, fuck allowance, if I need money
I get it, I guess I'm just money couching
I'm immortalized, real like them older guys
Shout out, to Nas, and Big Daddy Kane
Not to mention Raekwon, them n***as rapped at face
3 OG's in one, Puff, Big, and Mase
I don't wan't another n***a try to rap fast
And if anybody do, they getting back slashed
All these n***as they goin talk but pause and back down
Get back up, and they will go back down
And my flow echo like surround sound, ok
N***as near me with they bars, say they rap at heart
But to me that be noise hoe, I call that surround sounds
I don't point fingers but I'm appointed
This smoke in my bones, I'd say it's jointed
I want every dead bolt rapper to rest in peace
Need to focus on these bars, with they ADHD
I'm running the beat ya see, I cut the piece
With the peace, piece of me, and peace
All black, push ya melon in, n***as gonna bite
The apple that Adam and Eve bit in
But that's different sin
2 times the liking of these apples
I gotta pair em out, ya'll cats be outta oxygen
That shit's approximate, I guess my punches aired it out
Got so many dreams, I have 4 bank accounts
Cause of my parents, and if I don't prove
That I got success, then I guess I'm a be more broke than you
And that's just something that I will regret, f the world!