Dug Infinite - Mega Live lyrics

[Dug Infinite] My sound echoes, when mix tapes escape from the metro- -politan I rock suburban, plus Somalian No dallyin around I keep it planted to the ground Rewrite the songs, that makes the whole world go 'round Some n***as ain't stable, remind me of Kain and Abel Tried to stab me in the back for the mic or the tables Think they whole life, depends on the snake record label You could die tryin, that's why I'm hooking up my cables Get this jump start; I'm like Noah, and his ark I be that spark, that leads my people, out the dark Only do art, keep it urban contemporary Be that necessary, type of weight that's hard to carry I'm Dug Infinitely known and I've potentianately shown potential When I invade your rest or residential Rooftop or terrace, make sure my twelve inches is scarce Economics, how we get paid, from ebonics [Hook] "Live.. live.. live.." "Mega live!" "Yeah that's the joint" [No I.D.] It's all live "Live.. live.. live.." "Mega-mega live!" "Yeah that's the joint" [No I.D.] We keep it live "Live.. live.. live.." "Mega live!" "Yeah that's the joint" [No I.D.] It's all live "Live.. live.. live.." "Mega-mega-mega-mega live!" [No I.D.] Check it - "Yeah that's the joint" [No I.D.] Yo, it's elementary that every century (what) MC's manifest potential and ability To let loose syllables, move individuals Make 'em see vacancies or voids in the culture It's ironic - I was born with the sonics To rock plate tectonics built like a masonic Bricklayer, with a compa** and a square In the middle of my cypher I be right on center So parasites don't enter, because it's winter You need heat - plus you got the cold feet Yes know, I'm mysterious, yo, take it serious No need to be curious, No I.D., purely it's The lifelike often as real as it could be thus Come and follow us on a exodus.. dus.. dus.. dus.. {*repeats*} We gotta keep it live [Hook] [Syndicate] My peoples gather 'round the campfire Create a circle for desire of divine cypher, the rhyme citers Commence to paint a picture like m**ms in solemn scriptures And appear seven years in Zaire, as holy figures Your triggers, don't amuse me Step into my circle and your body gettin bruised see They choose me Now go and warn your enterprise, I'm energized To put my guise on yo' inner spies, cause we despise Networks that get work on the amateur I damage ya and any n***a wanna stand witcha Mystique freak Technics like I'm Primo Wherever we go, keep it tight like Gambinos I Chino, and XL/exhale in casinos This Fox Brown like Nino, with slang like pediquo What.. ("come on.. come on") [Hook] - 0.75X