So Com & Feeble got all hot & horny ‘cause W.Rite is back.
They got baby oil on their mouses & are all over eachother…
Diamond Minds would like to present the ultimate collab
for the welcome back of their DOPE crew.
Double Trouble
(Black Thought-Feeble/Mos Def-Com)
We go wow, ba-da-da-dow-da-dah-ow
Neither stand tall, we sit the fuck down
All the way from depressed Brits to Comp clowns
Pray for help, we about to get down
Cummin one on one, never hip-hop bound
Yo Feeb (whassup) fuckin lend me a pound
(that’s leech shite) well aight, that’s what I’m about
We got to blow all the jocks, because they must have forget
We double (double) bubble (bubble) bubble (bubblin hot)
Well if it's like crack & smack, then WE must hit it
we totin shit, hopeless cunts, is all we gon get with
disastrous sound nigga, when we’re on it
all fly girls, cripples and hoes, run from it
textcee's in my circumference, is comforted son
our growth been stunted from this, you don't want it
(What nigga?) My whack thoughts take a concept & son it
who the ultimate? DM? I wouldn’t bet a buck on it
Aiyyo I drop drool on cocks dude my lovers want it
rock guys so nice I leave they cock juice runnin
all you gay pride dickriders better rally at our summit
it's me and Feeb among your skeets, outnumbered
cross UK plains, stalkin big gays, they get hunted
eyewitness account, saw they 501 zip unshuttin
just lickin to the side, I didn't really see nuthin
then BLAOW, blew all over my face when nuttin
You better clean that mess cause the next gay comin
Oh yes, and textcees they scared to lay sum'tin
Stop frontin, I'm in the cut just onlookin
my wet dreams of writin text books & things, leavin my moms shooken
Aiyyo, keep your eye on us & catch con-cepts from Evolve
from Feeb’s whack thoughts and the chav man w/ whack bars
Inkwell and Ava-lon status we’ll never accomplish
but I put their concepts I find, in my lines, regardless
yo, alot of net vets textcees got scary verses
while I rock, uniforms, that's made for nurses
I burst at curses, all my words is worthless
only touchin surface, getting fucked’s the purpose
I drop in Arab, wrecklessly, to try to cause terror see
fuck that the heavenly memories stressin me
GOD Chrit…I want to be him tremendously
so I let my whack thoughts blast forth with the jealousy
We go wow, ba-da-da-dow-da-dah-ow
Neither stand tall, we sit the fuck down
All the way from depressed Brits to Comp clowns
Pray for help, we about to get down
Yo Feeb (whassup) fuckin lend me a pound
(that’s leech shite) well aight, that’s what I’m about
We got to blow all the jocks, because they must have forget
We double (double) bubble (bubble) bubble (bubblin hot)
Yeah, I check the pro’s drops before I make a written
And make sure dope shit is all I’ve learned to flip ‘n
cast speech figures adjusted in full efficience
& spray like a begginer that still bolds his dissin
being a constant grump is my role, position
assy, crappy, like my modem transmission
..my crew is useless, they got they tools missin
watch me, grandpy, losin to teenage competition
yo, here go none for my fake hustle (hustle)
woot for ‘volve’s rhymes (woot for ‘volve’s rhymes)
I rush shit like one of the illets of all time
result being the only rep to fall’s mine
and specialize in file shares of all kind
a lot of MC's said I'm a run it down rhyme
But half the time, I’m runnin down Diamond Minds
elevate my wordplay with yet another cummin line
for the dumb and blind, it's enlarged and underlined
What I memorized leave my lines recognized
Melt down whack concepts w/ lines from other guys
On a rank from 1 to 5.. I’m fellow number five
whine when Feebs & others don’t properly dickride
My vocals got texture, my album’ll be texturized
& if it don’t rhyme just say the shit was improvised
I can’t hold my own I get blown by guys
but still try to convince myself that text won't die
Yo, me and Evolve and Theodore Upshaw, Mr W.Rite and Nique
have not one thing in common except the language we speak
fuckin chain post to show the homosexual lovin ‘n
Me and Com Gay like Marvin, The Troublemen travellin
Getting to type, we come whack again
b-boy wishlist, off the top actin and babblin
remembering in case y’all forgot
W.Rite’s dick the only spot we keep hot
We go wow, ba-da-da-dow-da-dah-ow
Neither stand tall, we sit the fuck down
All the way from depressed Brits to Comp clowns
Pray for help, we about to get down
Yo Feeb (whassup) fuckin lend me a pound
(that’s leech shite) well aight, that’s what I’m about
We got to blow all the jocks, because they must have forget
We double (double) bubble (bubble) bubble (bubblin hot)
*fades w/out outro *
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so i dont get it
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