D.T.F.N.

I let my mind mental go on back to grind central It is essential that I move my pencil My credentials in my dental make it nice and simple So y'all can hear it, never fear it, and you come and listen (Listen up, listen up) 'Cause my rhyme style forever glisten Making it a mission for rap to be a New-Age established religion So we gon' move it in my pulpit My tabernacle will shackle any emcees that want to step to me and battle I'm keeping the peace and order while I'm hitting the gavel You talking that bullshit? You're gonna hit the gravel 'Cause I'ma do what I can and do what I must Those silly motherfuckers can't rock the mic, they need to hush (Shut up) I'll be your favorite fanatical lyrical lush Feeding your ears with grade-A lyrical food stuffs Making you blush when you hear it, making your spirit Overjoyed from these lyrics. After, you want to spit it (Yeah) Honey, we're vivid on Candid Camera. Now, I'm scaring ya Like Godzilla fighting Gamera, spreading malaria (Haha) In your area, pandemonium just abound 'Cause the CYNE'll hit ya town with that musical sound now And move the crowd with the graphic displays Of physical waves that make you wanna lose it for days Nigga we made, lyrical art and serenade Impress the mind like miracles in biblical days Blessing the club with my presence, forget all of my lessons The only protection that I'm carrying is not a weapon Gets to high stepping when you see me No man can ever beat me, I sit back and shine hard — believe me I'm glistening, talking bullshit while bitches listening Wishing a bubble, I'm sitting hard on black Michelin Wrapped around a 20-inch, buff shine ridiculous Freak nasty hoes, squat down, and lick meticulous You're hearing this? Keeping these chickenheads delirious With the vocab and the neck sparkling serious Come on, shorty. Don't look shy — no need fearing this With your cute eyes, fat thighs, and hair marvelous (Yeah) Your skin tone melodic, your voice sound exotic You're so fine, potpourri scent from when you farted (Haha) Let's get it started back at my place, getting retarded And don't be acting brand-new, boo — we getting on it So what you talk about? Here are my digits, so hit the walkabout So we can set it up in the truck. You know we bout to fuck So light it up. I'm blazing your mind. We're passing the time Fuck doing lines. We're sipping on expensive wines Damn, you're fine. Pretty brown thighs I'm gonna climb Body sublime, sipping Corona, licking the lime Line for line, it'd be the Cise ripping your mind So give me some time so we can unwind Yo, this is how we did it, the city is getting me hype Grabbing the mic, PreCise Star ripping it nice (Nice) Dimming the lights, my words became the vehicle Moving the crowd — lyrical sounds remain diesel The speakers amplify the words of my mind In the physical sense stands one-fourth of the CYNE Repping this rhyme, so I'm standing to the right of the God "Up Above," giving love while he's rapping his song Even though I stand 5'11", my head is touching heaven Above the clouds, our sounds stop 9-11 I be the Deacon Reverend rocking a triple-7 It'd be the crews I'm wrecking, so, sonny, I'm call-collecting I'm staying, leaving a message, but sometimes you're second-guessing You'd better be understanding that I never left a first question Moving my music, meticulous in many directions Hitting your city, town, area, province, and section