Mr. Dibia$e - DMP ADVENTURES lyrics

[Verse 1:Dally] Playing zelda since the Velcros This beat in intense mode The league in impress mode We dead flows Stay not getting bread whole wheat beats one hundred percent authentic yo Producer take the credits Green chopped up, lettuce You three putt I got the hole in one like a sleeve cut My consciousness on freiza EM on my mind like vegeta I want peace and leave keep the guns yo mos come beam me up Phrase that steezy one blazing every season yep We always cold sag running freezing but comfort One woods and one zute Calm of the storm go to shabas at 4:20 Eat some fruit loops Pece on the new loops keef sprinkled bowls dude My paps eating whole food North english on pro tools Phrase heat that cold food [verse 2 : phrase Dally pa**in me the blunt starting to get nostalgic Enter the room blazed and these people appalled with My crew stinking up the place with a few cron zips But still inking up the page while zooted off bong rips Tryna' drop more than common knowledge to them Future of this, writin' with Nastradamus' pen Cross me, guarantee i'll return with a flawless revenge Influenced off liquor and my rotten conscious again Speakin' with dark and monotonous tones Cuttin' throats of those obsessed with watchin' the throne Anthrax threats, type of of sh** we plottin' to pose Sendin soldiers to war like they forgot about drones Mos dropping the poems, controllin' armies of clones, take out the legs like you're playin' D-rose Paragliding over Mount Doom with concrete kicks on Flava-flav sh**, im walkin on my wristwatch Can't harm me body from Krypton ? [verse 3 : mospants] Weed strands arizonas he's in he's in Carpe diem so the day i'm gonna seize it' And these n***as on sisa if they can't see us Quiet life on my head, reading my white guys sheening While supplying ether staying on my clever sh** these f**ing people avarice, smoke spliffs till theirs no Remnants scoping through the Collins gem still not a College kid dally put the quasi in, your flows small like Dobby is captain crunch mospants attacking with a back-up bus Full of bandits we those canacks Canadian southpark packing Bud sk**s sticking out pamela's a** is (ma**ive bu*t) they Don't know what our pa**ion does waltermazzarri status brah But all the f**ery keeps adding up more liquor to my damaged guts HAA