Its the dab hand at rap slang who’s back man
With a backpack of fat caps and racked cans
To blam tracks with buntlack vernacular
Kats brand me Lazarus this kids miraculous.
when I serve these breaks,
My verbal spray dismantles camels vertebrae
from birth to inertia and dirty grave
I'll stay a wordplay pervert most certain-lay
I don’t choose to I ooze this smooth shit,
A few diss, trying to skew my mood is useless.
Come salute this ruthless debut kid,
Who spits with brutal nuke tipped acuteness.
I’m the tooth chipped truth, who disputes it?
Ain’t strayed, stayed rude, no excuses!!!!
deep-rooted in this music, truth is...
I’m live Dynamite, other dudes are loose bricks.
It’s the Rainbow and Aubergine flow-machine,
roast the scene when I boast these showboat 16’s,
Afloat in a corrosive dose of dopamine,
Homie I’m no joke, no jocose - I’m dope I mean.
Sicker than Skripal’s lip dribble, I scribble lyrical
scripts to BLAOW - despicable dip shits a little.
You want bomb tracks, I’m a devout missile
And ima stay down like greyhounds when they chow gristle.
I ain't your typical, kill track individual
Still stacked with skills to chill backs and flip a fool.
Stun ‘em with Rodney Mullen runs and every trick I pull
Hyper diligent, hyper-critical, hyper rhythmical.
we’ll arrive on a red sky horizon, these wise guys are flyer than Spitfires and Bi-wings
and that blinding lights’ your mind igniting, it might sting,
I’m Dynamite with a mic, gelignite king.
credits
from Gelignite,
released March 27, 2019
Lyrics by Debut75, Beats by Crespo, Cuts by Krashslaughter.
Mixed and mastered by Paul Win Audio.
Mysdiggi (fka Mystro) goes hard as fuck, his words hitting the wax like someone's shaking a dictionary over the platter on your deck. Production by Downstroke is a vintage but also contemporary boom bap beat. The 12" features the instrumental and acapella as well as some cracking remixes too from Jazz T and Mac McRaw adding whole other dimensions to the track.
This is what you need to beat the lockdown blues.
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