DTMD (Dunc And Toine Makin' Dollas) - 95 Live lyrics

[Verse 1: Quartermaine] Through the District Daily do I troop I get pounds from mystics Who sit bearded on their stoop And lose their roof when they hear an open loop Confined to reality Well I'm the breakthrough Unlock the secret Believe I can achieve it Put my thoughts to paper so Destiny can read it It's like my pen's bleeding Heart in every word Even if a tree falls and my art's never heard I'm a warlord For the peace I disturb Chopping, cutting, raping Record collections We murder mics Herd your wife and head for the hills Its open season for feeding I need a meal Still Love the fill Of a real soul platter Fixings mixed in then dipped in Funk batter Tracked in Tools make it sound phatter Grap handed the ladder Proof that family matters Now its my turn Quarter to DTMD More than one term cause learn from the Fentys Executive checks we earn and collect plenty We keep the crowd roaring like Harlem in the twenties [Verse 2: Toine] This be that bomb of the century To purify the life and cause enemy injury Me & Q, keep it tight, n***as elementary I be the principal to enforce the principles Of mic ministry DTMD, we got symmetry Plentifully Clockin plenty Gs from mp3s And lyrically I'm like Coltrane, you Kenny G Ain't got no damn soul, just empty similes n***a please My message is one A weapon to some, when flexing the tongue Spittin like I'm bouta die after the session is done Leave it all on the M-I-C Cause I need Benjis to befriend me So where they at I'm taking it all, that's no fable Spit caine and the flow abel Deep enough to go naval on your whole stable Verbally fatal And that's only when I rap to rap So picture me on a track With hip-hop on my back Cause all the alternatives is wack They tryna make that crack The quick hit, that leave you a**ed out, falling flat But I'd rather you improve on what you lack so Think about that