What Are You On (Dust) (feat. Machete Black) [Licensed Mash-Up]

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What are you on about
What are you on about
What are you on about really
What are you on about feel me
What are you on about
What are you on about
What are you on about really
What are you on about, feel me

Rapping's just poetry going to beats, not
Bragging just vocally flowing unique, not
Packaging dope for the gold on your teeth, not
Blasting a dope cause he owed you for weeks, not
Rat poison coke we see sold on the street, not
Banana boats that be loaded with e, or
Grabbing a scope to hit foes in the trees
That's just a story that's told for a fee
Actors and show-mens who told you a dream maybe
Actual moments but only a piece, since
Math is what opens a spoken routine, the
Lack of it shows you who wont be received
Passion, emotion might grow when they speak, they
Have to speak boldly, guys woke but they weak, I'd
Rather be known for lines spoke in my speech, not
Dragging opponents I've thrown into heaps
Ask for a moment the opiate lean, why
Has it been growing, its owning the scene
Addicts at home are alone as they fiend
And they're all owing some joke of a team, who are
Stacking that dough from the dopers all week who put
Crap up their nose, won't be going to sleep and are
Jacking their folks for some blow, meth or e
Family told them they'd go to police, they
Had to just go, sold their soul for some tweak
Scavenging roads, often known to OD, they don't
Have an abode, they all know the routine, get a
Bag and then whoa, they just slow or asleep
Planning for lows since the coke isn't cheap
Ravaged to bones, sniffing, won't even eat
Acting like drones, living only to geek, more than
Half of em dose till they ghost, R.I.P., so

What are you on about
What are you on about
What are you on about really
What are you on about feel me
What are you on about
What are you on about
What are you on about really
What are you on about, feel me
What are you on about
What are you on about
What are you on about really
What are you on about, feel me
What are you on about
What are you on about
What are you on about really
What are you on about, feel me

A
Critical path since I can't understand why these
Miserable acts are like, back in demand, the
Pitiful tracks they write, that should be banned, my
Syllables stack and shine, packaged and scanned, the
Lyrical mastermind, masked for the brand
Invisible as I hide, clapping my hands, the
Rhythmical patter I've manage to man. Every
Interval has a rhyme, crafted to stand, at the
Pinnacle, that's where I've manicured land, in
Cylindrical patterns lined, fashioned in sand
Digital satellites capture on cam, the
Minimal asking price mapped to 9 grand
Residuals  and the rights transferred like planned
Signature pads are signed after timestamped, the
Minutes are added, typed, faxed to my camp where I
Physically am at night, at the mic stand
Belittle me with no right, acting like slags
Industry plants that might have a nice bag, but
Addicted to black and white, that or some xans
Snitching for bragging rights, ratting for fans
Risky but that's not bright, rappin' bout scams
Criminal pantomime, patched to a brand, trigger
Fingers and flashing signs, cash in some bands, could be
Spittin' but at the time, lacking command of the
Diction and math combined, trappings a fad
Videos advertise crap that they have, while I'm
Giving you massive rhymes, talented chap with the
Scripts that you cannot write, grab all the facts
This is my chance to try dragging the whack, with
Similar braggards, like pats on their back with
Minimal practice, not practicing and I stopped
Listening at the time half you guys had

What are you on about
What are you on about
What are you on about really
What are you on about feel me
What are you on about
What are you on about
What are you on about really
What are you on about, feel me

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