http://www.myspace.com/ddubswinch
http://www.zshare.net/audio/6843792963862446/
Lyrics:
Yeah this in-dustry, is what I must see,
was a rough rider I started as a roughie,
I couldn’t take cattle, I jumped off the saddle,
I kept the lasso forgot about the satchel,
no more questions, I’m here to baffle,
I need a “Q” ban where the hells Castro,
where the hells she at, when I let facts-go,
if I want dome…first I need astro,
but I am directed, ipso facto,
I’m on the right course watch that map-fold,
to see what I saw, that as I hack-slow,
and go from bashful straight to an asshole,
if you wanna laugh-go, I am not fragile,
I’m moving north and I will without a hassle,
I already made it in Catty, so I’m getting out the Valley, so imagine what I will do…
I know I have skill, but this deck be partial,
I’m only dealt sluts yeah all my cards-blow,
so it’s time to go now, no more sorrow,
this “males” getting shipped D. Dubs is now a parcel,
and I love it here, but I see a farce-though,
you’d swear I wrote comics cause my rhymes marvel,
yet I can’t make it, lost all my marbles,
I don’t wear a polo but you’re all yellin Marco,
what about D. Dubs, read Todd’s article,
I’m kicking and screaming like this art turned martial,
I just wanna spit, in Catty I’d gargle,
open that port in New York now D. Dubs is the cargo,
I’m about to nest, improve my arsenal,
and do big numbers so I guess I’m a cardinal,
and now is when it starts-yo, never will my heart-slow and that’s me cause I'm taking my chances…
So here I am, this new state in mind,
I still think the same yeah my mind state is fine,
no need for limelight, long as I rhyme tight,
don’t wanna be blind right but I guess in hindsight,
D. Dubs is fine here, Daren sees synergy,
keep the flow stone cold I moved in the winter-see,
I don’t wanna govern, but peace out Hillary,
freedom of speech is a right and my statute of liberty,
I’m gunna use it, turn this music up some,
girls who didn’t want this gotta say good luck hun,
rhymes I’ll construct em, destroy when they struck em,
girls blew smoke so much they shoulda coughed up lungs,
that’s in the past now, still gotta lash out,
for every outcast your mouth has cast out,
and here we go on your stereo never terrible lyrically ride this merry go round…
Props to DelinQuent for mixing this, feedbacks appreciated
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