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dlyan - raining ice (demo) كلمات أغنية

intro [dlyan]:

they ask me:
“ayo, young black, how you gonna start this sh_t off?”
i tried told ’em: i start off at a hundred, i going to infinity

verse 1 [dlyan]:

witness the
fitness g
writ’ this see
lit sh_t, d
back at it with a flow that’s spasmatic
turn on the radio all i hear is crab static
i’m black magic, i got nails just like i’m an attic
crawling streets is just a habit
take a good glance at the flames red chain
rabid when i go to the brain just like cobain but popper
and i ain’t going out with a bang, still i slaughter
(i trashcan a fronting rookie)
i’m just harder than carter; at least when i’m f_cking your daughter
they wet in this b_tch as water, and cool in this hoe as ice
i came in ya b_tch once; i came in ya b_tch twice
i like the slim thick chick that goes for the brown rice
that’s into fitness and leo’s, sounds nice
i just take a sound splice, turn it around right
let the track take flight, so these rookie writers’ bite
i ignite a track like a fuse, i’m just right, tight
ill sh_t with a bite, fly as a kite
potent as an injection of that dope which i don’t do
yo i just smoke, and grind like a motherf_cker
ayo i’ve had a lifetime’s worth of blow
so i glow and i flow with that ill sh_t you know
like a pill in this hoe, is how i’m bringing it yo, a bag full of ’em
(ice, ice, ice, ice, ice, ice, ice)
bridge [dlyan]:

i’m taking the gold, watch these fakers fold
i’m cold as a cat, i slaughter them on the tracks
they get tied up out in the forest as i light up another blunt out of storage

verse 2 [dlyan]:

i’m taking the gold, watch these fakers fold
i’m cold as a cat, with a dutch and a gat
prowling the streets when it’s black
i’m taking these p_ssies’ facts
stacking up racks, screw what i do on the tracks
i’m running the biz, one, two
know the art of war by sun tzu
oh “gun who”? j gat
i take a weak wack cat and lay him flat
as i’m rhyming to the track of higher trap
made by black jesus, i’m starving for the stacks: feed us
i’m as iconic as naming your son after adidas
they call me meet us, midas
they way i take the instrumental and touch it, ignites gold
i’m blazing on the track, all these others’ cold
i’m bold like my cyan snapback
these others’ fold, wack cats
that backtrack, i’d smack that
but i really have better things to do than catch a suit

- dlyan

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