Verb T – More Dynamite Lyrics
Lyrics
- This is kind of like more dynamite,
- It’s like flames to the fuse every time we write,
- 90s mind, built with divine design,
- Live and direct: it’s More Dynamite!
- This is kind of like more dynamite,
- It’s like flames to the fuse every time we write,
- 90s mind, built with divine design,
- Live and direct.
Sonnyjim
- I tell ‘em, “Step into my greenhouse”,
- Weed plants and THC clouds,
- Bouncing off the backboard,
- Picking up the rebounds,
- I and I still keep it raw like ’95,
- Red letter skiver’s guide,
- Slip, get the tiger swipe,
- Picking up a souvenir,
- Wait when you see me high flying through the air,
- My aim’s the apex,
- Watch me turn it in in a day,
- What you’re dealing with’s great,
- I run the loop and let it click into place,
- Beat deadlines don’t give me a date,
- My texture’s fantastic,
- You can’t match the mesh of my fabric,
- And foolish rappers keep making it delusion ballads,
- I’m deep sea diving,
- Son I’m schooling snappers,
- I roll my doobie backwards,
- And watch the future happen,
- Teleprompter through the camera,
- Tell the crew to cue the action,
- I don’t owe you Jack,
- And I don’t know you from Adam,
- Sonnyjim signing out,
- After adding to the anthem.
Chorus
- This is kind of like more dynamite,
- It’s like flames to the fuse every time we write,
- 90s mind, built with divine design,
- Live and direct: it’s More Dynamite!
- This is kind of like more dynamite,
- It’s like flames to the fuse every time we write,
- 90s mind, built with divine design,
- Live and direct.
Verb T
- So tell me: “Why you so arrogant?”
- You’re not important,
- Bitch, I’m a veteran,
- You’re an abortion,
- I’m caustic; causing them fools to abort mission,
- Dump you in my cauldron,
- You burn like a whore’s kitten,
- You’re twitching,
- I can sense danger,
- Like red lasers are pointing at 10 strangers,
- A bad look; like guys that wear makeup,
- I run up in your house disguised and tear the place up,
- Wait! Acknowledge it!
- Throw flames upon ‘em,
- I’m propane; I’m bombing ‘em,
- Cold case, I’m gone again,
- No name; anonymous,
- So save your pondering,
- You’re lower than pond scum,
- I’m built for the long run,
- One punch then you’re out for the count,
- I cut off the generator that power your house,
- And send electrical clouds to come and shower you now,
- I’m like a Rottweiler coming to devour you clowns.
Chorus
- This is kind of like more dynamite,
- It’s like flames to the fuse every time we write,
- 90s mind, built with divine design,
- Live and direct: it’s More Dynamite!
- This is kind of like more dynamite,
- It’s like flames to the fuse every time we write,
- 90s mind, built with divine design,
- Live and direct.
Joker Starr
- Check it.
- It’s the big Jokes about to blow up this bitch,
- TNT wrapped in some C4 substances,
- The kind of explosion that’s accomplished with,
- Fuse lit, kaboom, your bits lying in parts and shit,
- And explosions come from my private parts and bit,
- When I come, I’m tired and the girl wants to spit,
- Last night man, linked up with this groupie chick,
- Got a man and a kid; still ? on a magic stick,
- She moving like the God can’t handle it,
- Hand on them hips, no love hearts from Cupid bitch,
- Cream up in this bitch like the days of Wu Tang,
- Ooh baby! I like it raw – in her boom skank,
- Raw explosions to leave you burned son,
- Play with dynamite; a lesson learned son,
- 9 months later, be holding her son,
- Bung, bung, bung, so forth and so on.