Joker Starr - More Dynamite lyrics

(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