P Money - Daily Duppy lyrics

Alright first off anyone's brain's removable Deep with the heat what I do is unusual You think its safe at a rave To get a clean headshot and found dead in the toilet cubicle - wait, who told you to talk? I spray quick so a MAC-10's suitable Bystanders shouldn't be standing besides a guy That I'm after I don't care I'll shoot you all Reload then move the tool See I know how to use a tool Them man are dumb they should never hype with me The girl you got now is the girl I used to call And she still likes me she's usable Clap through the letterbox, you don't know who to call 25 brothers? You'll be the first person to go to a 25 man funeral Yeah I beat them but I rather you Any type of beef gets placed in the barbecue I thought about doing Oscar, I ain't gonna Because your bad boy act ain't hard to do Soft, these man are not hard to bruise Natural being real ain't hard to prove, gimme a sec I'll reveal the tech to prove to you Your precious life ain't hard to loose I'm like 4 times after you, ring me in the morning Confirm that I swore Guarantee you'll be dead by the afternoon Head GONE, spraying up half the room [] I got a sniper scope for a nine So moving targets ain't hard to shoot One shot split your whole car in two Before you wrote the bar, I made this reply On point with line so word, spell can't check it Any metaphor line I'll get it Flowing like a R6 pulling off when I rev it I use the mac like its Photoshop Bare faces getting chopped off when I edit Don't believe me tell me its beef and I'll dead it Know what I'm saying off said When I said it, piss me off Any hype tone I'll dead it I'm quiet, but don't think for a sec(ond) I would let it Never would you ever stab me, don't beg it You could be in the ends with 25 guys I would jump out the car and watch everybody leg it Two days later, watch everybody beg it You weren't on the beat on it fam, everybody said it You do this to that to everybody that says your name But you know I said it You don't want a swing on Lord Of The Mic 3 Because there won't be a referee or paramedic You see me, I spit [] Can't say nothing sweat because the flow's diabetic Got deep metaphors that you won't understand 20 years later, you're like "oh I get it" But now you ain't sure You never should've said nothing if it ain't war Because you ain't raw Kano got dropped I would drop you with a 32 Now you two can dance with the same flow Tune for tune or we can do a [] war You're sick, but your ego's too big To get around, it takes more than a four day tour Bring another tune, we can do a four way war Hinting 'n sh**.. D'you know what, fam, I'll cut you a deal I'll stop thinking I'm sick When you stop shouting thinking you're Titch [] Don't let the little bad boy act fool you If he could, he could sing at the Brits You went from ghetto gospel, to sing bada-bada-bada And you think that's sick If I was the engineer I would've unplugged your headphones Locked off the g5, and a mixer Saying "I ain't recording this sh**" D'you know what, come out the booth you div No, keep the money for the section I told them I'll bun 'em in a second [] You missed it, you missed it When I'm on stage, the crowd goes ballistic You missed the drop, got air turned around And try to blame the DJ that mixed it Man are like "Uh, you dissed it" I had the scene unlocked I []'d it You're marrying the game, but I'm beating it everyday And I ain't even lipsed it [] You think the flow is a lit I ain't gonna lie, some of these MC's are cold But when it comes to me, my [] splits So no cold can't get colder than this I free'd your work you opened your lips I get dark with the mic Me plus any type of tune will resort to the total eclipse Any ya'll sewing some neeky jacket You're the type to watch your best friend fight Then afterwards say "Did you see me back it?" Them man are more damp than a leaky pa**at Deep with the bars, you gonna see my panic Any of you man got a d**h wish, holla at me I'll show you the G in these magics I'm gone, you can't see these gadgets I got straight vision, can't see these f*ggots On YouTube, I spit so sick, man hold there Screening [], like a CV racket You can't see these gadgets [] compared to mine Clear 1, clear 2, clear 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, see this vantage You're the type to watch your best friend fight Then afterwards say "Did you see me back it?" Them man are more damp than a leaky pa**at Deep with the bars, you gonna see me have it Straight off the shelf Kick-box are about straight off the belt Man wanna violate, undo the buckle Wack your face about, straight off the belt Money talks, so does my fist Uppercuts are like "f** off, stay off the road" Slapping these MCs around like b**hes Man are like "Easy, lay off the girls" Get me? I bar the best When I mic 16, it will take off your chest One blast you're dead If the grime scene was a building I'd be the grime scene architect I beat the tune so hard I got musical instruments trying to ask me for s** [] take off the set 20 men vs me and my end I'll slap 1, slap 2, slap 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, I'll clart the rest Outnumber the [], take half your guests Rise of the MAC-10, dread half the vest You're a moist one, it ain't hard to guess,, Forget the rules, I will par the ref You man run levels that ain't hard to test Are you mad? I'll set a light at your address