Don Dada G.N.D. - RD MDL

When I puts it down, you picks it up
I hope you rappers is really ready to mix it up
Cause I rips it up when I spit in your face
If you listening to this I bet you'll bitch your in place
Omega level, Kid I'm what you avoid
Beats make me a super-adaptoid, that's fat boy
I grip ya, very outspoken
Rip ya like the shirt of Terry "Hulk" Hogan
Monstrous, my conscience's colossus
Make no mistakes I'm here to really start shyt
Cause I see that your fake and real heartless
Skills underdeveloped, get enveloped by the darkness
Plus I got the tools to stop fools
I do my thing without rules and drop jewels
Let's party and now that I'm a guardian, if you embrace Hip Hop then witness the embodiment

And I am the embodiment
Son of the God Mc, a guardian of the talent mixed in this bloodline
The hardy man, who hardly can ever be cloned because I started when
My father went and gave me torch formed in a microphone
Made a promise I'll be taking us home
As the heir to the throne, in this castle called Hip Hop
I will not stop, nor leave it alone
When in the zone, I hone the skills of the late great, Mr. Smith
Don't forget the name holds weight, aboard the mothership
We taking a trip through space
To lay the foundation for the world to embrace
The Son of R.D., so spark tree's
And party to his memories for my father to see
I can feel the energy, cause now he's living through me
So he can never be forgotten when I spit on a beat, R.I.P. Pops, I love you

Written by:
Darin Smith, Darren Smith

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