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thatredhoodedguy - dance floor demolition - bonus كلمات أغنية

yeah, you thought i was stuck in the dark with the old and the casket
i took the lyrical knife and sliced the plastic off the basket of a classic!
this ain’t a crime scene—it’s a stage where the flow is illegal for the way that i move
you wanted a beat? you got the heat that the streets will groove and approve
turn it up!

the moment the kick hits, your problems are suddenly gone and the worry will pass
i’m the vibration that makes your whole crew break down and withdraw for the glass of thе mass in the class
my cadence is kinеtic; i’m spinning the room like a gyroscope for the thrill that i claim
you rappers are stuck on the couch, while i’m moving the crowd to the sound of my name in the fame
you were chasing the charts, but your best hit’s a flop like a bop in the hall and the wall it will hit
i’m dropping a banger so loud, it makes the whole club shut down for the call of the grit that i spit
i’m the architect of the atmosphere, taking the air in the room and i bend it to my will
you came here for the dance, but you stayed for the bars that will send your head to the chill of the sk!ll

this is the dance floor demolition! the beat is a problem, the speakers are blown and on fire
my flow’s so contagious, i’m taking your focus home and alone to a buyer
i’m not just digging your grave, i’m seducing the floor to accept the new beat that i drop
the energy’s intoxicating, the ultimate yes to the bless of success that won’t stop
you can’t escape the rhythm, the alliteration is the bait that i hide in my line
i came to be seen, and i’m tearing up the scene with a tide of my design that is fine

you tried to play cool, standing still in the corner, acting like the move was not due to the sound
but i’m the defense mechanism, the infectious tune that gets through to the ground and the crowd that is found
your look was all polish, a distraction designed to hide all the smell of the lies that you tell to compel the fame
but i caught the scent of the motive, staring deep into the h_ll of your eyes as it dies in the swell of my name in the game
i don’t need evidence, i just need the hypotenuse of the rhyme’s call to see the scene’s final shot
i’ll prove that your whole persona was just a costume i wore in the hall to be the mean and unclean thing i got
i won’t hit you with an easy diss that i could afford to be safe from the hurt in the world of the trade
i’ll hit you with a triple entendre so lethal, it’s registered as a sword i record and adored in the grade of the fade
i’m taking your whole life and folding it up like a tiny piece of laundry in the drain
you thought you had immunity? i bring the lyrical tsunami of the pain i sustain
i came, i saw, i conquered. and you danced to every single word…
the party’s over. you’ve been served by the verse…
yeah… demolition… complete

- thatredhoodedguy

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