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callon b - d.o.e. (dirty ol' emcees) lyrics

[verse 1: callon b]

you don’t even know me a dirty ol emcee
im b you’ll see ill be that g-o-d
come have a good time we gon have a good time with the one three

uh check it, long as a loops on the record ima wreck it
got bars even with no reception
ain’t a method to the madness i kick it and something magnificent happens
see the whole crowd reaction, hear your applause my response is to keep on rappin
as the camera phone captures the moment, upload it the caption would say that i owned it
a master the motto is always stay golden
this is the path that ive chosen i follow the omen provided
nature will always remind me the soul of the world lives inside me
use it to guide our society, rhymes are decided so wisely
chef tribesman would give me their blessing
the black gods would have to respect it, make an exception
give me a tour of mecca, correct all the damage of my predecessors
study mathematics i learned all the lessons
alpha and beta, through to omega i answered the questions
my personal legend requires your blessing, angels i keep by the plethora
knowledge supreme, cash rules everything around me don’t hang from the money tree
follow the honey bee notice the detail, in all of the subtle things
dig it? dig under neath, you’re never under me
seeing your face is so humbling
ight listen, dirty ol emcee dirty ol emcee alright ima junkie
im wired, high and inspired for one thing, serve up a dish of remedial fire
whip it like jondhi, im hot as a fryer
flipping my flow like a slinky you sleepin if you think im tired
flow through entire, 16’s
the cypher get k!lled since sixteen, i admired the sk!ll of an emcee
knew it was in me since infancy though
unearthly tendencies givin’ me vertigo
i been here befo, author turned knight
come night i could turn into percival
student of merlyn i cast you a whirlwind of trouble for rappers who couldn’t flow

[bridge: layers]

woooooo where’d ya find this?
one-three be going crazy
gyb
y’all don’t know whats about to come now
gwg
wrist
wrist
wrist

[verse 2: goldenwrist banks]

my world a casino, gamble with life everyday so i’m down to take any bet
claim you the man but you full of sh-t, you ain’t even ate dinner yet
i trap in the booth and bag up a verse, go sell it cause i need a bigger check
ayo callon turn up my headphones finna go crazy no i’m not finished yet

f-ck around and be my last k!ll, n-gg-s poppin xanex pills like they advils
i’m out here trappin in the streets i got mad deals, i’m in here trapping on the mic i got mad sk!lls
true b-st-rd wonder how my dad feel, got a lot so i know how the cash feel
she going crazy, good brain in some gl-ss heels f-cked her in kentucky then i sent her home to nashville
if i rock designer best believe that the tags real, f-ckin up ya girl insides like a bad meal
gas smellin like a tire when the tires peel, got yo b-tch on her knees face down fire drill
why these n-gg-s hatin? i don’t really know, prolly cause i finish move they b-tch like chris jericho
i’m going in on these n-gg-s like petty hoes southside sh-t golden wrist n-gg- you ain’t know?
hard to handle like bad news, telling my stories through tattoos
i had a job in the drive through, still selling loud in the bathroom
get to the money like asap, consciously trappin’ can’t take naps
real shooters we don’t play cr-ps, street runners yea we chase racks
middle school that b-tch laughed at me, now she each chasing call me bag daddy
i don’t know you but i prolly know yo granddaddy, breakin down the cookie mix it all with the granpappy
sh-t i’m smokin on smell like pops and stanley, boy you not a thug just actin to keep yo fans happy
breaking down so many p’s make my hands ashy, came a long way from them white tees and them d-mn khakis
f-ck a cup i hit the whole 5th, got rid of my pistols but you know i kept that 4 fifth
rollin up bout 3, old dirty emcee callon b and g
love mother nature but i’m smokin all her tree, 2017 ain’t sh-t for free

[outro: layers]

daaaaaamn
alright alright
la muñeca de oro
southside
stand for something or can the rubbish
you rubbish

- callon b lyrics

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