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Dungeon Master

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Жанры : hip-hop rap hip hop old school new york

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Intro:

Yeah, epmd, yeah, nocturnal (nocturnal cats). a-yo check it.

Nocturnal:

Yo dungeon master, time to draw lets see whos faster

Too late, blast him with 5 slugs from the ghetto blaster

You slow with yours (yours) had to reach for the guard at the law

Card more gangsters on radar, with the night vision

Green spreen navy seals, all star marine mercenary in the mind

Feild, take you way down, underground the earths surface

A 100 leeks, flatline ?

Erick sermon:

E dub the mic killer, the off and oner

My jawa past willie, Im higher than marajuana

My styles foreign, look at me as a guinesse, vietnemes

A lad overseas, clockin major gs

I tote 3 50s, 7s with the wooden handle

In case of a scandle, or a so called vandal

And if I let off and he gets hit

And if you miss him, go home and light a candle

Hook:

Yo with cyphers our tradition, then Im a spill when Im spittin

This vocal ammunition (x2)

Nocturnal:

Yo I spit ferroshis, heres another dosage

Ill capture your mind like hypnosis, so you should focus

On what hip hop mean to you, whether physical or in your spiritual

Form, liver than your black college dorm

Indecisive niggas swarm lets git it on

You know my motto, drinkin cold on some cotoroto

Tall bottels until my legs wobble, blow your spot

Drink lots like freddie foxx, shits fully knocked

Its hotter than lava rocks, Im gainin interest like when ll said "box"

And crush groove, I freak the ill power move

Kid i"m on fire, flippin on mcs like david banner

Changing his back tire, admire, the raw indivorce

Cats is played out like theater dogs, nothing for this

Hold you scoreless, jersey reppin, flowin with the legends

Using mics for weapons, studying all my lessons

So prepare for this paper run, I hit your cypher

Have your crew sayin "we should of taped son"

Mavrick, top gun, shootin missles

I prefer 40s over cristal, I hit the path at the turnstyle

Nocturnals tactics is wildout like a t-rex, at jurassic park

Making music with my mouth like biz mark

Rougher than tims at galheart, check my street smarts

Plus credentials, microphones as untencils

Like spoons and forks, celebratin pop the corks

Off the moey if you felt me know you know me

Epmd and nocturnal in your fuckin ?

Hook (x4)

Outro:

Yeah yeah nocturnal son. nocturnal, epmd, you know whats up, you know

Whats up. you know what Im saying. this is how we do. reppin for the

Crew. jersey fuckin too. hell yeah, hell yeah

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