DNormous we got this!

Y’all still cookin’ this track? (Huh?)

Let me break down what’s comin’ next (Yeah)

People gon’ flood up your text (Brrt)

Sayin’ the same damn things that they said on the net

Like since dial-up days, no rest (Uh)

Why ain't you flip it? Why ain't you twist it?

Why you ain't rap like that one statistic?

Why ain't the bassline deeper? (Huh?)

Why ain't the hook much cleaner? (Bruh)

They drop the same critique on repeat

Like it’s been pre-saved on they screen (Damn)

Same folks say they miss that real

But when it drops, they sit so still (Frozen)

They want the sound, they want the thrill

But only if it fits their feel

Man, I can’t please every lane (Nope)

Too many roads, too many names

Some want soul, some want rage

Some want a clone of what came

Before—nah, I don’t do reruns

Ain’t no script, no seasons

They want a chorus with meaning,

But still want a beat that’s screamin’ (Okay)

They love to tweet, love to post

Sayin’ they miss "real rap," but it’s ghost (Where?)

Same playlist, same ten songs

Same old talk, man, keep it closed (Shh)

Shh Shh Shh

MY GAWD!

MY GAWD!

This music’s trash! (What?)

This. Music. Trash! (Say what?)

(Slow it up)

(Wait for it…)

(Wait for it…)

(Drop hit right)

(Bang, ignite)

(Still they hate but love online)

Yes!

This is you—critic of food,

And seeker of Ultimate Truth

And if it’s lit (then let it burn)

‘Til another wave comes and turns

(The search for right don’t ever end)

(Sight unseen, trend just bends)

Funny how they made it that way

They made it (oh)

They can’t just take it like that

Here we go again, same cycle

New names, same old typo

Wanna smoke? (Wanna smoke?)

Wanna joke? (Wanna joke?)

We gon’ choke? (And burn slow)

We gon’ go-go-go (Yuh)

DNormous

Thank…

You… (Thank…)

Tee… (You…)

Muth… (Tee…)

(Muth..)

This track belongs to us, nawm sayn?

I mean just you n me, nawm sayn?

It’s not for them the mignon’s we filleting

Our fifteen minutes may come and be gone

But we’ll be toasting and singin’ these songs

For the rest of our days, man

Don’t fall for the craze, man

Just ride the waves, man

And stay for the fans

Cuz fakers be fakin and shakers be shakin

The money they makin ain’t poisoned our heads

The shots we be callin the fans say we ballin’ for no one we crawlin’ in ulterior beds

We made it straight

Lets open the gates

Show we got what it takes

Do what we love instead

And, friend, you right though,

The fire burns bright though,

And for now it’s our night though,

So we bleed til we bled

Haha

This music’s trash! (What?)

This. Music. Trash! (Say what?)

(Slow it up)

(Wait for it…)

(Wait for it…)

(Drop hit right)

(Bang, ignite)

(Still they hate but love online)

This music’s trash! (What?)

This. Music. Trash! (Say what?)

(Slow it up)

(Wait for it…)

(Wait for it…)

(Drop hit right)

(Bang, ignite)

(Still they hate but love online)

So let’s have a toast for the *ow* bags

Let’s have a toast for the *ow* holes

Like Frowns …*whimper*

jus playn Frowny! 😠

We put it out they allowed to critique

But when they on top they’ll see

They’ll see through the mystique

And if they smart they’ll catch on

That they can keep it real like before

There’s nobody keepin score…

They still shop at the same store…

The same store…

There’s no more…

“Dude… get it together”

“……right”

This music’s trash! (What?)

This. Music. Trash! (Say what?)

(Slow it up)

(Wait for it…)

(Wait for it…)

(Drop hit right)

(Bang, ignite)

(Still they hate but love online)

[producer tag] “Not just DNormous…

TEEnormous”

heh.. TeeNormous… that’s good