PYR/T.E. versuri

PYR/T.E. lyrics by DLYAN

„Liftoff approaching 41-D, the first flight in the era of discovery”
(sand, sand, sand)

Hook DLYAN:

Pyrite, they fake
Pyrite, I make
Pyrite, I take
Pyrite, it’s late
(sand, sand, sand, sand)

Verse 1 DLYAN:

My eyes are fake, I don’t trust them
I rise with takes but I don’t bust them gats
And straps, blast with a size
That’ll graph the Black track
Fools Gold! I laugh
These jackers panning for green
I’m ten tacks ahead with the math
My path strategic; go 4D chess, I wrath
I fury, the slaps in a hurry, 11, 12, 13
I break on the field like Demarco Murray
I’m hurtin’ in a hurry
Shine but I am seen, so I take my wis’ and bury

Hook DLYAN:

Pyrite, thеy fake
Pyrite, I make
Pyritе, I take
Pyrite, it’s late

Verse 2 DLYAN:

I keep my stogies lit by the pack
I keep my addy packed in a backpack
I smack a bitch that want real rap back
Spaz, black out on the track
They asking me for hits like I’m fucking spitting crack
A wack rapper need to back it
Before I leap and attack at, ya residence, ya dad’s pad
A settlement: a knapsack
I’ll light it up like a mulatto with a white man, and black dad
Ask Han: I roll Solo and I’m where it’s AT-AT

Hook DLYAN:

Pyrite, they fake
Pyrite, I make
Pyrite, I take
Pyrite, it’s late

Bridge DLYAN:

Pyrite, I’m breaking
Pyrite, the caves are shaking
Pyrite, the light’s fading
Pyrite, gold I’m taking

Verse 3 DLYAN:

All of their cash, all of their bitches
I’m taking their thoughts, no cap, I’m fitted
And high, I’m wit’ it
The lie– I spit it, I fry
While I’m stared at by guys, I die inside
Each day I fly, I flay
I reap my maize, so I find a way

Hook DLYAN:

Pyrite, they fake
Pyrite, I make
Pyrite, I take
Pyrite, it’s late
(late)

Verse 4 DLYAN:

Pyritian, Pyritian
More prime than Meridian
Pyritian, Pyritian
More prime than Meridian
More rhyme than Houston
Dope and cutting out middle men
He choke the moment I riddle him
The devil’s dancing, I laughin’, fiddling
Heaven or hell with a Ritalin scripture
In this Pyritian picture, call me Middlan
I fiddling again, whittling the pen with the strings
I stings like a bee
I’m free, I’m free, I’m free I seize
With the threes, I flies with the flows
I wise, you coal: like Hyrule
I fool you you Sewell, bury the border like a pack mule
I called it cruel, but oh no more
I roar with the sssscore
I more: the best flower
I devour the clout
It’s cold and it’s sold n’ I’m rolling this boldin’
The Sisyphus, I’m sick of this– I got the luck
I’m kidding bitch; I love so much
I break bread, I make grimy beats
And ain’t wake dead
I shake the greats when I’m done, son
When I walk the stars so I run some
Boy on Mars when I flip these cars
I bring the one one, to three
To the four five
We score, cause we love life
And show the poor light
But it’s bright like Mike when I
Write lines, come flying
Sight lines the right size and
I’m right writing
I’m Lightning
I strike on a lot more than the mic
In the skies