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granddad woolly - dope check lyrics

(intro)
dope check, we got that fresh product/
and it’s gonna be a problem/
new decade, new dadda (what ya say?)/
new decade, new dadda/
neck brace, face on baraka/

verse 1:
hey, look at him, his wave got them shook at him/
the music mold is murder/
so they bound to throw the book at him/
but that’s just some fresh paper for pen/
now i’m no stranger to the bid, i’m just cautious how spend/
my time up in h-ll when i know my future’s blessed/
every rhyme gets etched to the count like dantes/
no monte cristo, but chris tho/
legit bro, with a primetime grind/
and the rhymes hit like a fine wine/
i get better as i get older/
a woolly mammoth, who survived the ice age, i’m just a bit colder/
been a perfect ten, still walk around with a chipped shoulder/
x files f-ck up your scully, somebody get moulder/
the truth ain’t out there, its right here/
and quite clear, that these rappers toy around with they buzz and given light years/
then casted off by the way side/
and they pride, don’t got a foundation that’s real, of course they lied/
honestly my best policy’s an honest me/
dropping sonnets like they comets and rock the spot like brock’s onyx/
words got them hooked on the sound but this is not phonics/
flow been b-tter, this beat getting that blue bonnet/
bubonic i’m that sick, g*nius in a world full of stars that’s dummies too may patrick’s/
every 5 years i came back with a cl-ssic/
now i got 3, from rap goals to hat tricks/
yo, i just wanna make the name glimmer/
so i gotta feed the streets, they sick of eating the same dinner/
this game a circus, i’m calling dibs on the flame spitter/
if i get a shot, you know it’s gon’ be a game winner/
wet, and step back on em that’s word to cream biggums/
and it’s law that holds weight like chief wiggum/
they feel froggy and talk smack, but i don’t dig’em/
an old soul in these shoes homie you won’t fit them/

chorus:
dope check, we got that fresh product
bump this and it’s gonna be a problem/
new decade, new dadda (what ya say?)
new decade, new dadda/
leave you with a neck brace and your face on baraka/

verse 2:
speaking of, yo i’m sharpening the sword from the rocker/
as i tend to my goals, f-ck the blockers/
i won’t lie, it took awhile just to make a d-mn dollar/
but the same timeframe also made a granddadda/
and the golden age sp-ce that i’m in, was grandfathered/
i was born to be a legend dawg my last name carter/
the tricks of the trade always lied inside the barter/
you can learn a different way or forever be bothered/
keep your new era, dawg they really out here capping/
but i’m from the true era, cause i’m really out here rapping/
i knew my destination , it was always in the mapping/
they was napping so i had to get the slapping, oh you woke n-gga?/
and i ain’t average, so there ain’t no cup of joe n-gga/
embodiment of fire, i’m the source of the smoke n-gga/
false goats thin skinned with cloak n-gga/
you fight me, they down one, that’s a poke n-gga/
that’s fgc lingo, ask some if rap’s a game of numbers they’ll say bingo/
my type like plinko, let the chips fall where they may/
i got my price looking right, n-ggas all bout to pay

chorus (x2):
dope check, we got that fresh product
bump this and it’s gonna be a problem/
new decade, new dadda (what ya say?)
new decade, new dadda/
leave you with a neck brace and your face on baraka/

- granddad woolly lyrics

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