Dimelo - Timeless Truth

Di-di-d-DIMELO!

What it do, my dude?

DIMELO

If you talkin' bout doe

DIMELO

Sippin' añejo

DIMELO

Di-di-d-DIMELO!

Di-di-d-DIMELO!

Di-di-d-DIMELO!

Di-di-d-DIMELO!

Mastered the craft thinking like a learner

Finished up with the front then I turn her

Time-Truth be the Truth like Sojourner

Used to tell my brother hook my name next to the burner

Avoid loss, my cohorts take no shorts

While you and your boys wear boy shorts

We loading them up and knockin’em down y’all

My team will clown y’all

Used to stunt by the DKNY wall

And not to jump the gun

But pull out on my team then we jump the gun

And we jumping you for fun, uh…

Spot rusherz, rushin' the spot, cold as Russia

Iron to your dome like a skull crusher

Wassup?

pears from Prussia

Bless ya, make you feel the pressure

Dogs, it’s nothing lesser

Now you praise that book laying on your dresser

My brothers treasure the trust no scales can measure

Light the li-damp ladi dadi hardbody

Make me get amped

Ma, I hit more skins than Winamp

So here’s your chi-dance to learn from experience

Got’em fearing this… smacking clowns serious

Snake charmer

Lines sharp as a Dominican barber (listen)

Three Hail Marys and four Our Fathers

To wash away the sin but the pain still haunt us

Here to rain on parades and take thunder

Keep a Glock in my waist so take cover

Two brothers- great as the eighth wonder

You underground?

make sure that you stay under!

Switch the topic, German cockpit

With my top pick, and she topless

Tropicana Ciroc touring the tropics

Switch to killer instincts for niggas pop shit

Life’s a gamble like a game of craps

Time Truth here to bring the flavor back with amazing raps

Play the back and blaze a sack

Need to get’em clapped?

we can arrange for that

I sport flaps on my caps with the patch to match

Boosting racks out the back outta Sacks Fifth Ave

Laying traps for you rats speeding past too fast

Gave a jab to this jack trying to jack my cash, what!

Bread in the vent like Walt White

Y’all type all hype on site you talk light

It’s all right, short days, long nights

Spit the Cronkite, snatch the wind out ya lungs like Bronchite

Went down the wrong pipe…

Your whole staff knows that you the big rat

So they on strike…

Dressed in all white like a Santero

Palms grippin' strong metal, hello you on the wrong level

This the Cellar not the lobby

My team of Hammurabi’s melt your face like Paul McCartney’s

Outfit theme looking real nautical

On the side write a chronicle for Monocle

Solace the honorable, educate the common fool

On how to turn a paper plate to China stacked with all the food

Couldn’t see through the windows of my soul with binoculars

They try to copy us it’s obvious

Dominicano but we roll with Yugoslavians

To shut your lights out and let you know the party ends

Use your common sense, save the arguments

Or get your curtains closed in front of your own audience