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dramatone - calendars lyrics

[intro: ortiz, dramatone, (chuck d)]
turn this sh-t off
i can’t hear – i can’t hear myself in the headphones, ok
are we good? are you alright?
i’m fine, i’m fine
mics are all set
(one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight)
yeah (nine)

[verse 1: dramatone]
reaching for meanin’, the demons are comin’
they leaving me breathin’, i’m deep in the dungeon
heathen, i’m fiendin’ for evil, i’m ugly
i’ll get what i want, but i keep it a hunnid
ruffle they feather, they birds of a feather
they keep ’em in flocks and they rock with the metal
i talk to the bezel, they tell me i’m different
fell out the heavens, i’m selfish and twisted
go with that whiskey
the cuff on my wrist got me touching the district
sharper than gut that they cutting they wrist with
i’ll k!ll anybody, it’s nothing, i’m christian
f-ck is you talking ’bout?
this sh-t, that k!ller, the calico with me
(caliber 50) savage and grit
we the powerful clip and we damagin’
ripping the cowardly, distant

[hook: dramatone]
shadows are vivid
shallow incision, my cavalry gifted
handle my business
i can see farther than calendar vision
shadows are trippin’
i just been working, my salary different
handle my business
we gon’ keep grinding and savagely grittin’

[verse 2: ortiz]
seeing through the dark like ridd-ck
always see the downside, they be calling me a cynic
i don’t bullsh-t (h-ll nah) ain’t gonna make it with a gimmick
got a blunt in my mouth while i’m handling my business
i’ma k!ll it, plotting on a dream till i live it
seeing through the fake, h-lla vivid
i just play the game till i win it, yeah
i just play the game till i win it
money in the bank, really wanna get the top score
always getting up if i slip, like a mopped floor
hearing what you spitting, h-lla softcore
i be getting money, but you know i always want more, yeah
i be on the move like a quarterback
i got h-lla flows, i be hordin’ that
working for the keys like a thirty rack
stepping out the booth and i hurry back, yeah!

[verse 3: crucial]
on them trees like the tire swing
keep it one more than 99 degrees
and that’s a hundid, n-gga, i never trust a n-gga
pockets looking arnold schwarzenegger
terminate ya, i’m about my business
still trippin’ from hallucinogenics
k!lled the beat and if you do forensics
you could fingerprint it, these are murder sentences
yeah, angels around me
the demons, they whisperin’
people, they b-tchin’
they cry me a river then
i’m tired like michelin
i’m colder than michigan
as long as you winnin’
the heroin [?] it no different

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