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dope d.o.d. - contra-banned lyrics

[intro]
contraband
meaning: goods that have been imported or exported illegally
synonyms: smuggle, black market, bootleg or under-the-counter
this is that illegal dope sh-t we’ve been banned for

[verse 1: ?]
cl!ck cl!ck, picture records
selfie stick, filter of course
healthy choice, fix a divorce
donkey kick, b-tch i’m the horse
p-ss on the walls of the court house
wooh wooh wooh, let the dogs out
fallout, blackout, call out war
sh-t you never heard before

[verse 2: ?]
what’s more we taking this sh-t to ridiculous heights
and i’m never a quitter, i fight for my life
you can call me whatever, i do what i like
(but you can’t talk no more) when you head is on ice
see, my mind not quite right
been dealing with the devil all my life
now i’ma stay a rebel till the day that i die
i knock you out clean ‘fore the day that i die

[verse 3: ?]
wasteline with the persian plates
spread it like a vermin plane
turn the page, early stage
safe to say we got a murder case
yeah, turn to steak, oh scorpion
now i’ma burn your face, earn your place
you gon’ learn one way
words like a dagger stabbin’ the way
[?] better get out the way
cage then, casing around
what’s that sound?
t-rex shakin’ the ground
taking them out real steady
goons in the back still ready
yo, fetch my machete, swinging and singing
and [?] jelly
my n-ggas is sinning like ed, edd ‘n eddy
looking for gucci got n-ggas as petty
i’m looking for beasts that are heavy like sh-t

[hook]
this is half for the radio, this is not for your baby, bro
keep your rewards and your late-night show
stick it where the sun don’t shine, b-tch
this is half for the radio, this is not for your baby, bro
keep your rewards and your late-night show
i’ma keep it real till i die, b-tch

[bridge]
it’s all bullsh-t, folks
it’s all bullsh-t and it’s bad for you
now, you wouldn’t know it

[verse 4: ?]
the radio can suck my d-ck
they ain’t givin’ us [?] stayin’ on playin’ on tracks
like we ain’t got a bunch of hits
if you ain’t givin’ me a p-ss, i don’t give a rat’s -ss
they judge the book ’cause we ain’t on the same page
f-ck yo plugs, still on the main stage
came with a bag full of contraband
d.o.d. army across the land
we across the globe, we lost the hope
your mission is impossible, stop the n0ble
walkin’ like the maffia, we c-ck and load
and rushin’ like a razzia we trap ’em all
it’s time for a new age, new ways written, n-ggas
like a true faith, born to do [?]
[?] with a full break
we got a noose for your neck (saddam hussein)
we came, we saw, we conquered
insane, no accent in concert
as we take control, true to the game
you know the name, that’s why
this is not for the radio

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