Doronjo Lyrics

You've entered the mouth of a dragon

The flames of the sun meet the lungs of a Kraken

N you don't wanna clash with the titan

I will clutch an axe, throw it back in the cypher

You can't outbar the bar master

My Flows sharper than the teeth of 8 piranhas

Regardless prim spits Lyrical armadas

I've harnessed the beat to drop with no harness

Big up my jungle shit

I'm in the garden, chilling where the fungus lives

I beg your pardon, would you stop mumbling?

They boast about their humbleness

Huh, slow your horse fam, cool your jets

Orrr Quench your thirst with this pool of sweat

Respect yes for the rules of the game

Or they'll come for your neck like the jewels on your chain

Yeah its time for celebration

Hands to the sky and feel the elevation

Whether the penthouse or the basement

Put em up high the love will never die

The boom bap general, generally speaking

My pen leaking venom as I enter the deep end

Holy smokes its a wolf in sheepskin

Clothing, Little Bo Peep with a nose ring

3 pigs and a bag of rice

House of sticks, 2 bricks and a chimney pipe

They sent a mental picture to a Sentimental picture

Fell into the void enjoy Elemental mixtures

They sleep in and refuse to be woke

Still You Can't deny the bars are irrefutably dope

I usually cope, by stroking my beard

Some oil and a brush man you get the idea

Yeah! I'm a creature of habit

Unleasher of heat over beats in the blackness

Sell me a dream and I'll sleep on a mattress

Its never too late to put your feet on the map

Ground zero and the skies the limit

Now they're telling me to feel my feelings

I tried once not to hit the deck

Heck, I've already got enough to deal with

Real shit I'm just blabbering stuff

On that iconic tip like Jabba the hut

My sonic rings, don't drag your knuckles

Try n outfox the tales of raps hustlers

The raw rhymer, i spit more fire

Ball riders wanna know me now the streams rise up

I'm so tired, these lads promote violence

Glorify guns n drugs promote tribalism

You haven't shot a round in your life

You got a career, 9-5 with a kid and a wife

Yo my crew stay full of lyrical heavy hitters

Your crew stay full of fakes and petty bitches

Yeah its time for celebration

Hands to the sky and feel the elevation

Whether the penthouse or the basement

Put em high the love will never die