Double M - Damn & Licentia Poetica
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Damn:
Yo Hill:
Spreading death, getting ready to fight with my featherpen
Slap you so hard you'll hit the ground in Neverland
You don't stand a chance against these lumberjacks
You can't hide behind your money stacks
Call me a rockgod 'cause I'll allways be the top dog
From the rockbottom to the top of the popcharts
I'm shining bright even when it's pitch black
Creating magic and I'll use my witch craft
Always got a trick up my sleave, the biggest fish in the sea
So listen to me 'cause I'm literally a figure of speech
It's better to die on your feet than live on your knees
I float like a butterfly, sting like a bee
Never walk a mile or two in your Nike Shoes
Step up? I'll turn you and your dogs into chinese food
Sharp like razor blades, y'all weak like papier maché
I'm invisible like radio waves, it goes...
Chorus:
Damn! Rise and shine like wake n' bake
It's Double M, the babyfaced ace of spades!
Damn! We've got soul like Macy Gray
So make some way because we've gained some weight
Whateverist:
I'm high as of five spliffs, I'm higher than pinetrees
I'm higher than skylifts while rhymin' my tight shit
And we're runnin' this game, like it's along distance race
Give you no limit space while punchin' your face!
I'm the type of guy to leave skulls with a crack pattern
And I'm enough to leave you wack rappers' backs shattered
I keep rythm like a snare drum, and y'all know it's damn dumb
To battle 'cause I shine like a flaaare gun.
Chea! Now listen to the truthsayer
Everybody knows that I've got more balls than pool players
You won't dare to dislike, Double M's the strongest seductive
And we don't care 'bout your life
We gon' fuck you up like heroin does, forever the punks
That flows so sharp it'll give you an adrenaline rush
And you'll forever here the noise from the creeps
Keepin' it dope, blazin' flows, to be the voice of the streets
Licentia Poetica:
Whateverist - I'm hot like the climate change
Rockin' like Dire Straits, smooth like an irish ale
While you're layin' behind bars like a night in jail
(Uh, yeah. Like a night in jail)
Yo Hill - I sweep through like a tidal wave
Masterin' time and space, fly like a nightingale
While you're layin' behind bars like a night in jail
(Uh, yeah. Like a night in jail)
Put on my rain coat, and I'm out to fight this status qou
I'm the general, I've got an army of scape goats
My main goal is near, I raise my ragged banderole
I'll stand and fall with my standard high!
I'm both Brutus, Ceasar, Judas, Jesus
And a true keeper of Buddha's secrets
I am I am. I am alone a master race
My vengaence falls upon you like an acid rain
I'm a whisperin' wind that'll fly like fallin' leaves and
master this art of speeches. I'm -
exhalin' confidence, I'm prominent
the congressman of hiphop, no arguing.
I'm like an Alexander the Great rappin' on tapes
except I'm lackin' the faith in God, I'll rather put faith in bars.
Hiphop's my battleship, and whilst your a fading star
I'm strivin' for cultural survival, hence a greater cause.
Like Charlemange conquered hearts and lands from the Langobards
I occupy the mic and the crowd and I flow like waterfalls
And I would take the faith of Jean d'Arc...
For my conviction, I can feel it in all of my bodyparts
Double M are doper than carnevals like Mardi Gras
Who we are? Erik W and Martin Hall
But you can call us Gods: Jah, Allah, Ra or Mars
KZIR, Whateverist, Yo Hill - we're unstoppable!
I'm a supernova, a shade, a spirit, a spook
something you ought to be careful when listening to
... I'm reading sacred poetry, and so to speak,
heavenly divine lyrics is the only thing that's known to me
Double M's an immovable colossus
and just like antimatter - you can't touch us
We're the eye of the storm, the fire, the thorn
that'll rip your ions apart, leave you cryin' alone
The rappin' socialist, while you're fake like blowkissin' golddiggers
I'm dopespittin' like sneezin' cokesniffers
I'm a mystery man, hiphop's my mystery girl
You think I give a flyin' fuck like promiscous birds?
As I bleed ink on paper to form my rhymepattern
you can try n' stab my back, but I'm immortal like the highlander
don't sleep through the storm, you wont live 'til the dawn
the only cuts I'll ever get's the ones my DJ perform
Lights out - pitch black, turn you into mishmash
Go ahead n' gimme head, I've got a real jawbreaker
I'm usin' a fish tank to give you a wiplash
You wanted to rap, but you've got breathcontrol like Darth Vader
Step to me? You're gettin' stepped upon
challenging our rapstyle's like being naked in a desert storm
and you don't have to stress the Lord, his blessing's gone
so get you're weapon drawn, 'cause I'm dropping bombs of megatons