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cold summer - dope d.o.d. lyrics

[verse 1 * skits vicious]
i said it, i done it and i done did it again
i meant that i want it, now you can fill in the blanks
it′s better to bother when you ain’t getting the facts straight
we can go, oi mate, to shanked face, fast pace
i′m the nile crocodile in the grass blades
rip ’em up blood pours down the cascade
i castrate motherf*ckers
the cuts on bodies, i touch p*ss with the color of mustard
there’s really nothing you can call my bluff on
that dope we keep ′em stuck on, hum as we summon
the sun, son, some wanna see heads drop
skeletons stuck in the bedrock
every verse i write is a best of
ain′t a group track i was left off
i’m gonna land on mars on my next vlog
with the goat′s, the hogs and no other
sipping don papa, it’s a cold summer

[verse 2 * jay reaper]
we celebrating, gonna get big in this business
yall n*ggas hatin′ gonna get striped of my sh*t list
i ain’t playin and skits takin’ no sh*t b*tch
we quick quick with the fist fist, get yo′ lip split
so keep yo’ distance
my n*ggas k!llin’ like they christian
dope d.o.d. is a religion
we fight against the system, this life is life risking
the mic is my prison, but i gots the right vision
cause i see through them fake n*ggas
i can′t, i can′t breathe with all them fake n*ggas
best believe, imma bleed all them fake n*ggas
i want beef like meek vs drake, n*gga
but way worse with ak’s let’s spray n*ggas
date rape your babe and make insane pictures
see i′m insane in the brain, i got no shame, twisted
y’all n*ggas gone listen when the pain kicks in
reaper out
[verse 3 * fredo starr]
straight outta k!ller queens
take ya head off like guillotines
submachines blow yo′ ass to smithereens
i k!ll a dream, k!ll a fiend, k!ll a theme
when i walk the streets light up like billie jean
i’m a og, boy you still a teen
type to get locked, start spilling beans, drugged up and spilling lean
(nowadays…) rap beef is silly means
n*ggas don′t want no beef like sizzlean
so what it really mean
hangin’ on the stoop with n*ggas
no money? is you stupid n*gga?
my n*ggas like to ball, we ain’t hooping, n*gga
my n*ggas [?] style like they shoot at n*ggas
black cat some say i′m superstitious
[?] f*cking with these stupid b*tches
it′s the grim, n*ggas taking stupid pictures
while i’m in the coupe with switches, chasing stupid riches

[verse 4 * rook da ruckus]
ayo the cl!cks on the rise, it′s time to get live
goldminer cl!ck, dope d.o.d., mad faces, onyx
ay yo, ay yo am i next
i been spitting gritty raps since the days of nynex
direct dialect, high tech with the pyrex
da alchemist, triceps biceps filled wit content
represent, it’s ya boy rook ruckus
i′m a bit rambunctious, the soul of trucka cut ya
chill man don’t start no sh*t they′ll be no dust up
whole cl!ck full of misfits, dismiss da bustas
trust us, gold rush until the gold dust
10 toes down i’m bound, i’ve been anointed, hoisted
skitz put the miners on the roster
the monstas and rastas, working on they chakras, chakra
by any means we deemed necessary
jumped out the truck and dumped
now we legendary
[verse 5 * w*lly snypa]
left a string in his grave, cause he′s a dead ringer
easy to invoke my anger, i′m a bee stinger
six shot in the holster, it’s the gunslinger
whale spearer from lamelera, spiritual mental k!ller
rob n*ggas to get my seeds dinner
my pockets stay fat by making yours thinner
how you say go to h*ll, to a known sinner
i′m 5 feet 8, don’t know a bigger n*gga
be playing my roll, i′m like a chrome spinner
smack your man, cause he’s a b*tch n*gga
w*lly snypa a calm thinker, nondrinker
trigger finger bend, your eye missing, new blinker
45 blew your high, yo that′s a new speaker
bluetooth on my gun, yo that’s a new feature
and he knows that the obstacles, unstoppable, impossible
thought he had beef until i whopped him

[verse 6 * sickflo]
ayo yo yah rappers on my menu
eat ’em up, yum yum
the marathon continues, a paragon
you know what the pen do
spilling all in your venue
k!llin′ all i will end you bend you
you don’t know what i′ve been through
the worse of curses birthed these verses
at first was thirsting in search of purpose
found it and i’m surrounded
and i′m sounding like a rich boy
four pound to your crown in ya town, you’s a snitch boy
i was ready for the pitch
knocked it out the park
bases loaded i thank the team for these easy walk
my speakers bos, i leak these flows
i frequently ether foes not secretly they seeking the leader
i’m peeking my meters eagerly, feeding the people
believe there is no equal, none sicker not even evil has a sequel
get over here, scorpion flows
then i switch to sub*zero leaving your hero′s froze
cold summer

- dope d o d lyrics

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