Dunn D - Rappertag #10 | Season 2

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[Intro] Dunners Big up Skrub for the tag Let's go [Verse] I don't care how it comes across I want number one spot when it comes to Oz Catch me up the top of the atmosphere Punching on with the rest of the thunder gods Dunn done done the job, yeah, I run the shop While they run they mouth and they run the cops Go get a loyalty face tat', you bunch of flops But your squad puts the dog in the underdogs, I said rargh! It's that top biller You a little sick, well, I'm a lot iller Getting more views on them poor tunes Likе, "What the hell am I, chopped livеr?" I'm a boss with it when I drop writtens More bars than they've had hot dinners Getting hands on then the plot thickens 'Cause a right hook's like a pop singer (Yeah) Fuck a music scene, I want a quarter ounce of kootah weed New Netflix series to binge watch Get baked as fuck and order Uber Eats Big Daddy, Scuba Steve I was swimming down through the gloomy deeps I mean, life's a bitch but then you get divorced And now these days I'm bloody doing sweet I'll never signed a deal for the best price Even when the banks low and the rent's high 'cause I rather keep my circle real And keep working till we turn our city to an empire Hood, oos, left, right if they test mine Nice try, mate, better luck next time I can't vibe with the tracks that these heads write 'Cause it's all glorified wank like a Fleshlight, rargh Yeah, you bunch of floggers Ain't got nothing on us to be bloody honest Might've started small, but now we run a profit Giving up or stopping ain't a fucking option I've been working out and getting something from it Sold a couple albums, made a couple dollars Learned to hustle off it, making us a profit Homie, I been grinding like I'm double dropping While your favourite rapper's out here catching fame Then abuse their powers, catching accusations No one in my circle had no allegations If they ever did, I'd fucking smack their face in All these dickheads talk about is smashing downers Or the traps they in, selling packets out of You can guarantee if I was slanging powder Then I sure as shit wouldn't be rapping 'bout it Dumb cunts, try snitching when you write your rhymes No wonder the game fucked up When them the type of heads the kids idolise I got more respect for a nine-to-five Than some tall tales 'bout a life of crime Go and feed your kids and get your life in line Instead of playing gangster with your ride or dies Fuck a zany wrapper and an oxycontin Y'all know where to find me if we got a problem Check my latitude, started from the bottom Climbed the ladder up and then I got it popping That's the difference in it when the songs are rocking Went and found my lane while they just follow one I started crossing genres, had frothing on it Reeled 'em in bars and now I'm dropping knowledge Try topping any of the bars [?] Try rock a set directly after me Try drop an album like my last release Try turn your trauma to a masterpiece Come at me, bro, try starting beef That's the reason you can't compete Like, you wanna be a bigger gangster or a better human? 'Cause I know which one of them I'd rather be [Outro] Nah-nah-nah-nah-nah Nah-nah-nah-nah-nah Nah-nah-nah-nah-nah Nah-nah-nah-nah-nah Nah-nah-nah-nah-nah (Oi Greelz) Nah-nah-nah-nah-nah (You up next, my brother) Nah-nah-nah-nah-nah Nah-nah-nah-nah-nah Nah-nah-nah-nah-nah Nah-nah-nah-nah-nah Nah-nah-nah-nah-nah Nah-nah-nah-nah-nah Nah-nah-nah-nah-nah Nah-nah-nah-nah-nah Nah-nah-nah-nah-nah Nah-nah-nah-nah-nah Nah-nah-nah-nah-nah Nah-nah-nah-nah-nah Nah-nah-nah-nah-nah Nah-nah-nah-nah-nah Nah-nah-nah-nah-nah Nah-nah-nah-nah-nah Nah-nah-nah-nah-nah Nah-nah-nah-nah-nah