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Dungeons And Dragons

This song is by Atmosphere and appears on the album Headshots Se7en (2005).

(This is Don Newkirk, from Cincinnati Ohio. Yeah, handsome. Yeah, you know what I'm sayin'? 612. Writers never die. Writers never die. Yeah, yeah lavish I never had it. I get to happy doin' atmospheric damage to your amateurish madness. Check your current status.)

[Slug]:
Kinetic responses were heard frequent in the past
When speakin' lashings to the tongues
Of fathers demon semen
Some how catered to the whims
Of later stood
Check the youth
Shoot like storm troopers
Theorizing Darth Vader hood
Gave a good thumbs up type of scream
To symbolize the arrival
'Cause we've arose from the dream
With a red beam that fastened to my chest
Wearing a string of beads of sweat
Decoratin' this helmet
That shelters and protects my laptop
The brain contains the game and the fast talk
More traffic than the average vagrants favorite crack spot
Last spot to catch a breath for 20 miles
'Cause this field is filled with more snakes
Than an MC's that fake their freestyles
Your optimism is far from natural
Caught the label of asshole
'Cause I twice as tight as the rest
This rappin' vaginal
Stand clear when my shit comes
The big fun
Pushin' up and in and out of your bitch
System like a piston
Glistenin' in the twilight
Hilltop the visibility
Stability and shoot my spunk
On your soliloquy
The children see right through the smoke screen
The mist around your soul provoking
Your own choking

(8x)
(Dungeon after dungeon, dragon after dragon)

[Musab]:
M97, here to smash the tribe of say
____? What are the most important things in life?
Crush enemies, See them driven before you
And to hold the head, of opponent MCs in your bare hands

I'm a co-founder
And one that likes to lounge on
Overcrowded spots
So I can find someone to clown on
A hound dog
Sniffin' out the unwanted
I said I'd let you live
But I never could keep a promise
With it live, sit in my cottage
Come to my store tryin' to fight you fuck
Like Marcellus Wallace
The B.E. calls it
Anybody wanna?
Wind up onto the stage
And try to cha-cha
Blah blah, that's all I'm hearin'
From the opposition
Just a bunch of cocky dissin'
You're kiddin'
Wanna battle huh?
Last two times
MCs were found dead
In a fast food line
Mash you, I'ma mash you

[Slug]:
Who them?

[Musab]:
Yeah that crew
Separate them bitches like a capsule
'Cause they're fragile
Knock 'em off the saddle
Make 'em flip to the leave
In a week they're paralyzed
Like Christopher Reeves
Take a breath
Here quick take one more
Before you finally realize
That you're layin' in the morgue
This is the core of the underground
Listen 'cause I'm sayin' somethin' now
The B.E. only wanna lie

[Slug]:
(8x)
(Dungeon after dungeon, dragon after dragon)

[Musab]:
Still
Not strong
Flesh
Is strong
You understand me boy?
Watch, watch this
You you, c'mere
C'mere, come to me
Come to me, witness this

[Slug]:
I'm kinda conservative
When it comes to this rap shit
'Cause when I glance across the surface
All the words is written backwards
And actions
Speaks much louder than your heavy rotation
I rock a crowd that never heard of us
On any occasion
No longer patient
You got my cranium makin'
Prepare my awareness
And start to measure up these square pegs
To figure out which crescent wrench it's gonna take
To beat this stake into my skull
To numb and dull this headache
Fiberglass rappers leave with cracked frames
And shattered names line the hallways
Of all the ways I've came
Contained under lid
Locks and a two-headed dog
Put a sawed off
It's where Ant makes the breaks
To get your rocks off
Molotov tossed
Into the ring of lost causes
Formerly known as MCs

[Musab]:
Southside loss prevention

[Slug]:
Because it's more cost efficient
To kill the bad apples
Then save the core
Let nature run its course
Of course you cross me
Spread my wings
And leave you stranded on this planet

[Musab]:
Cross me spread my wings
And leave you stranded on the planet

[Slug]:
You cross me spread my wings
And leave you stranded on this planet
Dungeon after dungeon
Dragon after dragon after dragon

(8x)
(Dungeon after dungeon, dragon after dragon)

[Musab]:
M97, the smash the tribe of say
All the snakes, slitherin'
Most are fakes
Amongst the temples of say
Smash

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