More Dynamite

(Intro - Verb T)

This is kind of like more dynamite
It’s like flames to the fuse every time we write
90's mind, built with divine design
Live and direct: it’s More Dynamite!
This is kind of like more dynamite
It’s like flames to the fuse every time we write
90's mind, built with divine design
Live and direct

(Verse 1 - Sonny Jim)

I tell ‘em, “Step into my greenhouse”
Weed plants and THC clouds
Bouncing off the backboard
Picking up the rebounds
I and I still keep it raw like ’95
Red letter skiver’s guide
Slip, get the tiger swipe
Picking up a souvenir
Wait when you see me high flying through the air
My aim’s the apex
Watch me turn it in in a day
What you’re dealing with’s great
I run the loop and let it click into place
Beat deadlines don’t give me a date
My texture’s fantastic
You can’t match the mesh of my fabric
And foolish rappers keep making it delusion ballads
I’m deep sea diving
Son I’m schooling snappers
I roll my doobie backwards
And watch the future happen
Teleprompter through the camera
Tell the crew to cue the action
I don’t owe you Jack
And I don’t know you from Adam
Sonny Jim signing out
After adding to the anthem

(Chorus - Verb T)

This is kind of like more dynamite
It’s like flames to the fuse every time we write
90's mind, built with divine design
Live and direct: it’s More Dynamite
This is kind of like more dynamite
It’s like flames to the fuse every time we write
90's mind, built with divine design
Live and direct

(Verse 2 - Verb T)

So tell me: “Why you so arrogant?”
You’re not important
Bitch, I’m a veteran
You’re an abortion
I’m caustic; causing them fools to abort mission
Dump you in my cauldron
You burn like a whore’s kitten
You’re twitching
I can sense danger
Like red lasers are pointing at 10 strangers
A bad look; like guys that wear makeup
I run up in your house disguised and tear the place up
Wait! Acknowledge it
Throw flames upon ‘em
I’m propane; I’m bombing ‘em
Cold case, I’m gone again
No name; anonymous
So save your pondering
You’re lower than pond scum
I’m built for the long run
One punch then you’re out for the count
I cut off the generator that power your house
And send electrical clouds to come and shower you now
I’m like a rottweiler coming to devour you clowns

(Chorus - Verb T)

(Verse 3 - Joker Starr)

Check it
It’s the big Jokes about to blow up this bitch
TNT wrapped in some C4 substances
The kind of explosion that’s accomplished with
Fuse lit, kaboom, your bits lying in parts and shit
And explosions come from my private parts and bit
When I come, I’m tired and the girl wants to spit
Last night man, linked up with this groupie chick
Got a man and a kid; still ? on a magic stick
She moving like the God can’t handle it
Hand on them hips, no love hearts from Cupid bitch
Cream up in this bitch like the days of Wu Tang
Ooh baby! I like it raw – in her boom skank
Raw explosions to leave you burned son
Play with dynamite; a lesson learned son
9 months later, be holding her son
Bung, bung, bung, so forth and so on