URBANIST SESSIONS #052 - DOC

[Part I]

[Verse 1]
Blackest coffee, thickest L just to start the day
This fucking brain is a cell, the hinges start to break
I love working in the shadows, some ninjas start to shake
Some of you snakes got rattled? You'll need to take a fucking break
The romanian ruler, DOC, who's Stephen the Great?
The romanian ruler, don't try to measure up against me mate
You small time like five seconds, spotted y'all like you're leopards
I killed y'all on your own records, like did that shit with your own weapons?
Even my close bros don't gеt what I became
We all walkеd those old roads, but our pace was not the same
I go insane in the fast lane with my best dame and a child seat
I sometimes fry my fucking brain like "Woman, where the child be?"
On some Home Alone shit, ballin' on some Post Malone shit
Get that cheesy Provolone shit, even the car goes off the dome, shit!
We took this shit further than anyone around us
We saw it all and did it all, they keep stunting to astound us

[Chorus]
Lucky us we didn't blow up in our twenties
The money by then was pannies
We were chipping grams to Grammy's
Dear Lord!
We saw our moms becoming grannies
Our sisters becoming nannies
And the weed turnin' to xannies
Oh Lord!

[Verse 2]
I spark another one just for the smell of it
I love my fucking life, my daughter can surely tell of it
Bucharest to Tel Aviv, I'm way flyer
Heaven sent, but hella bent on delivering this fire so tell a friend
About this Romanian man from the Romanian land
That got more bars than the Romanian can, no Romanian scam
I'm so legit and then some
I'm so fit and handsome
I touch your heart like dim sum, got them screamin' "Damn son!"
Y'all don't get it, never got it, prolly never will
I'm out to get it, ain't no stopping me, no time to chill
No pills, we poppin' with no shooters, got no time to kill
Pass that ink and the quill, I'm still working on my rhyming skill
I need a mill for wifey, I wanna see her restin'
I need a mill for my young ones so they won't get arrested
Facem, we the best, you can even ask the ones we bested
Started off like 20 deep, the 4 of us the ones that lasted

[Outro]
But I'ma stop here with this one
There's a lot more where this came from but still
Let's get a switch on
Whistler

[Part II]

[Intro]
Yep, you know what I'm talking about?
The fuck, I don't know what I'm talking about
But I know I'm born and raised in Bucharest
Romania and I'm 100% Romanian motherfucker

[Verse 1]
I come from a place where we fix we don't replace
It's 'cause we got that how we say a hurt below the waist
You can Google Map my city but you gotta go the ways
And I ain't talking apps, ain't taking naps, been up for days
Rhymin' and blowin' this haze with a glow in the shades
That look sick in the pic with her, doing blow in the shade
Dreaming about showing up late to a show in the States
Cause the agent kept showing estates so I was towing up crates
Filled with cash, big bills like B. Russell
I don't own guns, don't sell drugs, but I do hustle
Oh I did drugs, if I had guns, I would bust them
But just for fun, could see me son, I'm all muscle
I don't need the metal to settle shit things better bitch
Cause your own bed sounds way fucking better than a ditch
I spit more shit than a snitch, spit more shit than an asshole
I'm a mystery in black and white, the brass bowl

[Chorus]
Diggy-diggy, that's all folks, i'm all jokes
I'm the purest form of energy, I'm raw coke
I'm so dope an old bloke with low doe
But I ain't broke, or poor, so come pour mo'
Of that rum in this fucking glass, first in my fucking class
When they see me cartoonish MC's Donald Duck-ing fast
The past's the past, but the best'll last, these pests'll pass
Your gold is brass, I fold these brats

[Verse 2]
When I dump 16's, 32's, or 48's
Send fakes to the early grave, fuck the pearly gates
Could've been president if it was about my early grades
Fuck the past, I'm here now, pulling on her curly braids
I got this Latin blood running through my boiling veins
Photoshoot style, old smiles, but the boy in pain
I'm so lit that it hurts, it fucking burns my skin
I was born to win, if I lose I die, get born again
And do this all over, until it's all over
Icy tears on me, I gave her the cold shoulder
Cause she's an old scolder, she don't throw stones at my glass house
Nah, my spouse? She throws boulders
I'm tired of these posers, I'm their fucking disposer
I convinced him he whack, fuck it, his miss froze up
I'm dosed in taurine, I'm a fucker bulldozer
If you don't get what I mean, then you should pull closer
CTC the team, triple beamers with no triple beam
With some daylight dreamers working nice to live the dream
To get the cream like, dollar dollar bill
I look good, a poodle, with a rottweiler feel yo
My country fish shaped, you come here you fish bait
These beautiful girls we'll have you leaving your bitch mate
My advice is come and visit alone
I know your bitch the best, best to leave her at home, D

[Part III: Perfect Moon]

[Intro]
Vlad the Whistle on the beat
You know I wake up around 4AM, this is how I do it
I have these long talks with the moon like

[Verse 1]
Perfect moon stares at me from the top of darkness
Only perfection is forever, I guess she tried to warn us
A fat kid with big teeth, they called me "walrus"
How they used to hate on we, now they adore us
Don't need no Bible, Quran, Torah
We believed in the product and ran more of
The throne of a child queen of my black foreign
No lies the facts call it I really made these stacks touring
Stoney sweater for this slightly cold weather
I don't stomp the pedal, pushing lightly goes better
I don't flaunt, no cheddar, my mama taught me better
Grandma taught me letters, wifey told me settle, yeah!
We generation X that's how they labeled us
Weed, ketamine, coke, X, and angel dust
I'd lie by saying that growing up here was dangerous
I drive an 8 seater, but I aim to bus, D

[Chorus]
Perfect moon stares at me from the top of darkness
Only perfection is forever, I guess she tried to warn us
Perfect moon stares at me from the top of darkness
Only perfection is forever, I guess she tried to warn us
(And she tried to warn us)

[Verse 2]
Perfect moon stares at me from the top of darkness
Only perfection is forever, I guess she tried to warn us
Romans, Germans, Turks, they all tried to own us
But our forefathers, they fought hard and died as owners
But these days they own us cause they loan us dough
Paid back by our mothers, sisters and brothers - not Jonas, yo
Peeps famish while the numbers vanish, hocus pocus, bro
It's all bogus, so why we feeding these hungry locusts for?
And I'm not asking for myself, it's for my daughter
She can't ask it for herself I think I oughta
Thieves don't need no Bible, Quran, Torah
Thieves just believe in your product and grab more of
Thieves that never get caught, they just get caught up
In getting much more money than they ever thought of (Fuck 'em)
My hope lies with Pandorra,in a locked box
Maybe I should just find it and pick the lock, DOC

[Chorus]
Perfect moon stares at me from the top of darkness
Only perfection is forever, I guess she tried to warn us
(And she tried to warn us)
(Yes she did now)
Perfect moon stares at me from the top of darkness
Only perfection is forever, I guess she tried to warn us
(And she tried to warn us)

[Outro]
And I'm out
I got a german lesson in 20