Don Cee, DJ BTM - Stronger Weapon

Drums come in that's when the beast comes out
This rap game? Just wouldn't taste the same without
The spiciness that we bringing to the dish
While 95% of your so-called rappers smells like fish
Don't wanna diss too much but I just did
We on some grown men vibe while you still think like a kid
Talking about toxic this and toxic that
I don't give a fuck fam, I just rap
Rockin' steady, on the move to the top
Spit from my heart cause this is that real Hip Hop
Not mixed with pop, just that nasty talk
Like we from New York, careful where you walk
While so many be trapped and lost in the algorithms
I prefer to be trapped in the poetry and in the rhythm
I don't try to be politically correct
I just wanna make some music that connects
Eat up chump rappers like tasty sandwiches
Rock this shit together in multiple languages
Mir zerfrécken iech op de beat
Iessen iech op wei eng gutt Fritt
Mam BTM man, du fills et dach, we bring da heat
The dope rhyme sayer, the fresh player, the bomb layer
The I dont really care, but sometimes too much
My man right here? He's got that golden touch
Competition we crush and the shit you talk we flush

Written by:
Carl Hahn

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