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DIM MAK Video (MV)




Performed By: Deity
Language: English
Length: 2:59
Written by: Virtue SUNS




Deity - DIM MAK Lyrics




Could tell it's too late
From the distance between his shoe space
And the Kung fu face
That dude makes
Before his food wastes
He's in a loose state
You're in a lose, lose
To die its like your
Soup, shake
Cut your calories
Like Panera's soufflé
Foo k?
No f*ck you
The good lucks in the muscle
I told you I don't tussle
Accustomed to being muzzled
The weight is all in the words
Could tell by the way I cuss you
Repercussions for the tough you
On productions
Where percussion
What the death touch do
Numquam melius quam tibi
Ego deum filium
I AINT FUCKING FEELING YOU
Manifesto
I'll beat you negus you into pesto
And let the rest know
This rap
That other shit just metal (Meddle)
With Gods plan
And never does the puppet bite Geppetto
Or Gods hand
Without ramification from a devil
Or Gods mans
Dissolves sand
Inserts offering
Yours was off brand
So off hand
That the offense
Is what results in
My negus This is hip hop
So niggas ain't shit until they shit drop
If it wasn't for the dim mak
I'd be breaking down rocks
On the strength of an ahks on the block
But I picked the lox

Cartel careers need keys
I made a lock pick
Idiot I mean Scotland Yard bars
The locksmith
Lochness
In my likeness
Monstrous
Prophet
You couldn't stop it
I have my way with these words
Karate choppin them topics
Br00tal I rocked this
The level of skill used was novice
I only applied lines of ordinary knowledge
And still demolished every rapper on my conscience
Audi Vocem Meam
Your only man
Im the sun of God and the sun on land
You know
Limbs glow
Send you to limbo
Crescendo
You won't ascend though
That's what the pen do
Or a pencil to cleanse you
You niggas menstrual
Restart your cycle
That's what I do
Ain't got no f*cking idols
Your hands is idle
Gripping them rifles like its high school
My varsity sleeves striped like tiger
Due to tai fu
Niggas is Thai food
Noodles and dead meat
But who bites who
That questions vital
For why I'm spinning rappers like they're vinyls
Death touch
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Could tell it's too late
From the distance between his shoe space
And the Kung fu face
That dude makes
Before his food wastes
He's in a loose state
You're in a lose, lose
To die its like your
Soup, shake
Cut your calories
Like Panera's soufflé
Foo k?
No f*ck you
The good lucks in the muscle
I told you I don't tussle
Accustomed to being muzzled
The weight is all in the words
Could tell by the way I cuss you
Repercussions for the tough you
On productions
Where percussion
What the death touch do
Numquam melius quam tibi
Ego deum filium
I AINT FUCKING FEELING YOU
Manifesto
I'll beat you negus you into pesto
And let the rest know
This rap
That other shit just metal (Meddle)
With Gods plan
And never does the puppet bite Geppetto
Or Gods hand
Without ramification from a devil
Or Gods mans
Dissolves sand
Inserts offering
Yours was off brand
So off hand
That the offense
Is what results in
My negus This is hip hop
So niggas ain't shit until they shit drop
If it wasn't for the dim mak
I'd be breaking down rocks
On the strength of an ahks on the block
But I picked the lox

Cartel careers need keys
I made a lock pick
Idiot I mean Scotland Yard bars
The locksmith
Lochness
In my likeness
Monstrous
Prophet
You couldn't stop it
I have my way with these words
Karate choppin them topics
Br00tal I rocked this
The level of skill used was novice
I only applied lines of ordinary knowledge
And still demolished every rapper on my conscience
Audi Vocem Meam
Your only man
Im the sun of God and the sun on land
You know
Limbs glow
Send you to limbo
Crescendo
You won't ascend though
That's what the pen do
Or a pencil to cleanse you
You niggas menstrual
Restart your cycle
That's what I do
Ain't got no f*cking idols
Your hands is idle
Gripping them rifles like its high school
My varsity sleeves striped like tiger
Due to tai fu
Niggas is Thai food
Noodles and dead meat
But who bites who
That questions vital
For why I'm spinning rappers like they're vinyls
Death touch
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Writer: Virtue SUNS
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