Dynamic Funk: Dangerously Dynami...

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Dangerously Dynamic is the first collab by our rap Wu Tang influenced crew "Dynamic Funk". This song uses golden age, old school hip hop as a metaphor for an older, better, flourishing society. Hope yáll enjoy. BTW:

MC Terra: Me (Terra)
Rissa: Anonymouz
Illusion: Kid
Theory: Lucifer

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VERSE 1 (#MC #Terra):
We're taking the bar, and hoping that we're raising it up,
and I'm not kidding when I say this generation is fucked,
we just sit around a lazy ass and blaze the grass, hit the trees,
while our ancestors moved mountains, blazed, and split the seas,
we used to be societies that would innovate technology,
all we got now is crime, death, sickness, and poverty,
never did we think we'd have this weak of an economy,
Lord Jesus, board pieces playin' games, we're just monopolies,
of corrupt government leaders and elite aristocracy,
the only hope we have to escape is to win that lottery,
but at the same time at that time was no equality,
the blacks and whites were segregated, separated flawlessly,
the golden age of classic era old school hip hop,
Jay Z, Talib Kweli, Mos Def, rocked to the tip top,
Mobb Deep, Biggie, Pac, and Shady were the best alive,
now we're dangerously dynamic in our quests, I testify
 
VERSE 2 (#Rissa):
old school til i die no reason to testify im satisfied by multi syllable rhymes
aligned myself with emcees so prestige believe, mainstream leaves ya brain size decreased
thats my belief, and imma stick wit it like my semen when i hit it on the bitches
my styles different a schizophrenic kiddish who twitches,
why is this society telling lies claiming there policy is honesty constantly livin cautiously
wishin i could escape way way back in the day when everything was A-OK
Now its all about that A-K spray in yo face, such a disgrace lives took death
replaced wicked sins or innocence chased, i wanna travel back to the greats,
nas pac big l and jay not tomorrow today, but that'll never happen laughing
went from lennon imagine to nicki's booty sucha fathom,
maybe im overreacting count up my gains then subtract em,
old school in my blood like a thug with a slug draped in mud drugs ina mug,
this funky rhythm fits so snug, dynamic funk boomin from your trunk
wake the funk up
 
VERSE 3 (#Illusion):
I call all my troops to go back to the Hip-Hop roots,
but instead don't attack when the air we breathe pollutes,
where the only crew to move that dope, I spit so fast, the beat so slow,
but im back to seek redemption, I forgot to mention,
I killed the new generation, teacher should of left me in detention,
run away, run away, sometimes my mind feels no pain,
I hit a driveby on Sandy Hook while in the memory lane, but im not insane,
isn't it ironic when I label 21st century songs vomit,
they want me to stop it, but I can't, this beat is atomic,
How should I find it, rewind, track my hooves,
How could I lose, when the youth's decisions are clues,
I make the moves, that's why I'm rhyming illegally with dynamic funk,
At least have the decency, fuck, it's the titanic, duck,
but yo I pack pump, when I'm walking in my own direction,
Donald Sterling had an erection, Im in L.A., it's for your own protection,
but when I step in, I chill in my hammock, i'm dangerously dynamic
 
VERSE 4 (#Theory):
Dynamic Funk in the house, better kick the buckets,
comin' with a flow you know is sho' to bring the ruckus,
New Orleans, swag, wild style, foul child, suckers,
don't buy into this shit, I know you love ig'nant, but fuck it,
never move slow, always clever how I groove, yo,
me and Kid and Terra, Miracle and Rissa, smooth flow,
I know these youngins, they embody every verse in a line,
we packed together like slaves, simple as nursery rhymes,
black thoughts never explore their roots, up under me,
are growing wild weeds and vines, strange fruit abundantly,
lookin' out for money trees, Jesus Christ forsake my soul,
I'm just here to take control of this game and break the mold,
I'll never break or fold, I'll never end up celled behind bars,
even though in NOLA we either ball or give rhyme stars,
dreams of giant mansions, diamonds chains, 8 or 9 cars,
but up in the projects those are thoughts, I'll remind yáll,
yo

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