Domi Dow Jones - Illicit

I'm a prolific rhyme spitta, flow like synchronized swimmersh
Who else held it down 10 summers 9 winters
If u cant vibe wit us, u cant ride wit us
And if u cant ride wit us, then its fine wit us
I cant quite figure out or even try to picture
A night when my pen aint write like a 9 milla
Meter heater pullin triggas spittin bullets shoot
Any adversary, never scary like im bullet proof
Gun metal 2 seater, thats a bullet coupe
We be out here pullin strings, u aint pull a tooth
I dont feel u niggaz, but a not a massuese
I was raised in the hood im not a recruit
Tout the city on my back, dont got a caboose
Winnin independent, no sweat if i dont recoupe
When its go time, i be on time
Yellin take that shit to trial, just like Mr. Biggz whole time

Corridor audio, nigga is mythological
Made a classic like super nintendo mario
V8 engine but driving like its lethargical
Remember me a leader like Geronimo
All kinda smoke, from my old timer hoe
And its that simple u aint wit it adios
Worked hard my whole life now its time to toast
And i plan to carry on, like im flyin coach
I cant name nobody that I know
Or yall know, blow for blow close to fuckin wit Dom flow
Follow the leader, it get dark as Lupita
In these bars there's a memoir, but are yall reading
I be sitting on the bars like a paraplegic
Keep me in sync wit God, in the name of Jesus
Im just writing up a draft like a paralegal
Never knew music would take me beyond my believin

Blessings are necessities, so is the weaponry
The shots included, its not sold separately
Purged the urge of thots in my registry
They soul same color, pot and the kettle be
Thats the blackest kind, u worst than my wackest line
Now that I got all you asinines, magnified
Takin years off ya life, like traffic time
We want Arab money, like in Palestine
Think u dope, get smoked like a black and mild
Got it coming, from talkin dumb and plus actin wild
Passed down, as a child, not to back down
Pack rounds, mad clowns, got me in my bag now
From the school of hard knocks, lot of class clowns
Only beef I ever want, is a cash cow
Blame it on environment, I grew around in
Soldiers die one death, but cowards die a thousand

Written by:
Deon White

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