(Intro - Verb T)
This is kind of like more dynamite
It's like flames to the fuse every time we write
90's 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
90's mind, built with divine design
Live and direct
(Verse 1 - Sonny Jim)
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
Sonny Jim signing out
After adding to the anthem
(Chorus - Verb T)
This is kind of like more dynamite
It's like flames to the fuse every time we write
90's 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
90's mind, built with divine design
Live and direct
(Verse 2 - Verb T)
So tell me: “Why you so arrogant?”
You're not important
b**h, 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 who*e'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
(Chorus - Verb T)
(Verse 3 - Joker Starr)
Check it
It's the big Jokes about to blow up this b**h
TNT wrapped in some C4 substances
The kind of explosion that's accomplished with
Fuse lit, kaboom, your bits lying in parts and sh**
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 b**h
Cream up in this b**h 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