T3 Marty Diggs Collab
Beat by Darko
myspace.com/martydiggs22
Underground Hip Hop artist
T3 from South Jersey.
I make real hip hop.
Any artist interested in a collabin' e-mail
t_3ree@hotmail.com
Lyrics
T3
spit like a menace
destroyin a beat
wit a tendency
to get ya out ya seat
im a true emcee wit reason to believe
you cant play wit me
god sent wit a flow to prove it
and a motive to lose it
spittin that true shit
do it to do it
look at ya girl like who the fuck is you wit
I could get you clipped
Wit no reason needed
No questions asked
I speak treason
While you stare and gasp
I stand you collapse
You need help fast
Im a rapper on another level
While you lost and disheveled
I lead like a rebel
Wit no cause
Hearts bleedin
Wit no gause
Im seein thru mean mugs
By dot com thugs
Wit dot com dubs
Im a dot com drug
Your addicted to the style
Addicted to the flow
Yer gils addicted to the smile I show
And the dough I blow
So ya know
CHORUS
Diggs
I I ii iii iiii I’m realll
I’m real, homie better chill, for real,
Its kill or be killed . .
When I’m on the mic, I’m like Jordan for real
Back at it, this rap shit, is hooked in my veins
You can see where I stab it
Backdown, ass clown, that realness is back now
We soo dope, from the green that we smoke
Its defined in the genes of our growth. and we act how
I make it plush, Yer shit gets flushed, food service
The trays on us, step yer game up, u can label us
In the clutch, drain threes w/ touch, yer game gets crushed
I’m a beast, from the middle east,
I want the whole loaf, whats a little yeast?
I won’t show you mercy but a little grief
watch me laugh, you ain’t worth my cash
yeah boy, hold that, u ain’t worth these raps
We professional!!
CHORUS
T3
its funny
im a unsigned hero of my time
legend before my prime
perfectin my rhyme
infectin your mind
wit words god given
and god driven
you’re my lyrical victim
Darkos takin over destroyin yer vehicles system
And t’s right wit em
Writtin to the rhythym
Ignitin a page
Meltin keyes at my desk
While I proceed wit a breath
Infectin yer soul
Heart and chest
I know im the best
Tho I aint been told it yet
By my self like fuck a set
My dicks getting wet
While you stroking ya meat
Touched a radiator
That’s when you was holdin some heat
Yer not foolin me
I don’t pretend to be
That which im not
Im not bustin shots
Not pushin packs
But I got some cash
And im pushin a lac
Wit two in the back
I make em giggle and lagh
That I lean the seat back
They know how to act
So I don’t gotta ask
