Blood Shed by Downtown
Blood Shed by Downtown

Blood Shed

Downtown * Track #2 On Downtown Killah Vol. 2

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Blood Shed Lyrics

I said I'm always with the waves, like a paddle board
All you shovels bullshit, like a matador
I got post traumatic stress like a tragic war
I know you youngins really couldn't fuckin handle more
I said you faked your whole movement like an astronaut
Try to cross my crew you'll end up stabbed or shot
We give your click goosebumps like we're Travis Scott
Word to Aaron Rogers 'cause we pack a lot
Young movement L-O, never handed stuff.. OK..
Now you see me that's the brand in us
I'm the last of the greatest like a Jeter or a Namath
Rest in peace to Hugh Hefner getting playboy models naked
Muh-fuckin killin y'all, Ray Lewis and the Ravens
Call me Dame Lilliard while I walk on trails blazin'
The rap godfather, the lyric rap haven
After all of this I'm hungry, need some chips and a sangwich

Oh the cat got your tongue?
Do I got you feeling upset?
You ain't born to be a legend in the rough neck
Did you fall and hit your head get some blood shed?
It's DT.. and I still don't give a fuck yet

John Lennon circles I'm a thrifty dude
From a Giant to a Bear like Victor Cruz
Greatest man that lived, born in '62
Bodies over beats, that's a different mood
All I rap about is shit that I'm living thru
And my pen and swag let me paint a visual
I guarantee you nothing that I say is typical
The way the blick it the mac, you would think I'm going digital
No underground, but I been there since a kid in school
I've been rapping since the Iron Man was fixed with glue
I was rapping when Inspectah Deck was in a different room
Then he came into the door just listen to what I'm spittin' through
And make sure my shit was nothing less then physical and literal
I rap as myself, DT, the individual
Kimbo told me keep it up, don't get caught up, don't get pigeon holed
Man, this shit is not at all fair
I'm the sun and you're a small glare
I said you're something like a virus, so I'm treating you like malware
Bury you, like Undertaker, while I'm digging up the Paul Bearer

Oh the cat got your tongue?
Do I got you feeling upset?
You ain't born to be a legend in the rough neck
Did you fall and hit your head get some blood shed?
It's DT.. and I still don't give a fuck yet

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