More Dynamite Lyrics

More Dynamite by Verb T

• 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.

• 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.

• 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.

• 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.

• 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.

• 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.

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