MC Dave Strider - 1996 | Текст песни

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• MC Dave Strider
• 1996

Forged in the searing seas that engulf LoHaC
Bring it back everyday like some brown lunch sacks
Letting these rhymes spill, shades on point, swag trill

Post apocalyptic, bar ripping, teen monster
God Tiered and number one on the strife roster
Clobber the competition, I whip 'em to perfect posture
Jot jingles for the kids who blog and live to prosper

Trolls piss in their pants when me and Bro come through
Bladekindle a killer and I'm the type to be cool
In the cut blasting beats, eyes red, and mind feets
Above the average rap addict walking out around the streets

Like I spew doomed sessions and I'm a Doc and this profession
Is reppin' a felt fez to the power of the eleventh
Lesson learned as time would turn, but I own the minutes
Nimble nimbus playing tricks, these twists are Charlies Dickens

Bros over a bloody nose, no question the answer
Is a Bro fist with my dude the yelling fuckass cancer
Double knights trash the night into a deep abyss

I'm rapping my expressions for all other adolescents.
Add some chemical X and this Townsville will gain a blessing.
Addressing cut throat trolls who dirty this art craft.
Step back and stop acting like you're medically mad and daft.

No need to ask, I am the son of a dead past.
So Dave Sprite and I were conceived from the Phoenix's ash.
See time is truly a task and my hands shake too fast.
For this is truly who I am, but equipped with one mask.

No hero, but a true fighting fiend
I set ablaze the whole stage and tear down the scene
Who before has come and done what I've done?
Dave Strider, the driver who also rides shotgun

Bang bang, yeah but hear the clash of the metal
Sakura petals fall in your grave from the tech devil
I'm on a new level so grind for some XP
And send another whack diss and you'll never hear from me

Strider crowned royalty destined for the best
A do or die mentality, no sword in chest
Chatter with the chums and joust with a jits
Go rev up those friers, I'm just preheating this

Maverick attitude twisting words to make tunes
Tell the kids I'm back and featured in tomorrow's news
No crown of thorns but I have a throne room
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Turntech blessed to eat a scrumptious breakfast
Of you rusty rappers
Godhead ego getting fatter
1.21 jigga watts powers the disaster
While I'm pouring out 40oz full of bladder matter

My rhymes are way too vicious
All bow to me from here to Olympus
Spit ill cocaine filled syringes
This is an just early gift for your Christmas

No one man should have all this power
but I own the seconds, minutes and hours
Protector of the realm sleeping soundly on Derse
I pray I dream sweetly after every single verse

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