Dilated Agents Planet Asia (Ft. Cali Agents & Dilated Peoples)
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[Verse 1: Rasco]
Look, this is the moment that you waited for
Dick Swan and Asia get in the booth start cocking the gauge
We with the D-to-the-I-lated
For all the cats that hated, the kid is back to bring you crack
Ounce for ounce, looking for the bills to count
Fuck the small shit, I’m looking for the real amounts
Swiss accounts, first name mispronounced
Kieda’s the name, yank dudes out of the game
Out the league, raw cats stop ya feed
Drop to knees, Make niggas cock to please
Thirty-to-life, I might have to blurry your sight
So worry tonight, the nigga with the dirtiest knife is Ras’
Dudes thought we was stuck in the past, something to blast
Do it right in front of your staff, still coming with the coldest shit
We unload the clip, so peep game I got blows to spit
Yeah
[Verse 2: Evidence]
Aiyo, it’s my turn
Dilated Agents, Evidence, Cali’s long awaited
Keep shades drawn until the sun’s faded
Night-time shit, forty-city tour equipped
Two bus entourage, long trips with full clips
Keep a daily dosage of the medicine: Never O-D, O-G!
Do it like Geo, when I’m toasted, post me up
Close up cats is out of focus
Dilated Peoples done undid your vocals, man
Stop fronting like where you from is a hot spot
Only chalk seen on the sidewalks, from hopscotch
Manley vox-box got top notch compression
Lock and load, rock and roll, stop the session
Look, this is the moment that you waited for
Dick Swan and Asia get in the booth start cocking the gauge
We with the D-to-the-I-lated
For all the cats that hated, the kid is back to bring you crack
Ounce for ounce, looking for the bills to count
Fuck the small shit, I’m looking for the real amounts
Swiss accounts, first name mispronounced
Kieda’s the name, yank dudes out of the game
Out the league, raw cats stop ya feed
Drop to knees, Make niggas cock to please
Thirty-to-life, I might have to blurry your sight
So worry tonight, the nigga with the dirtiest knife is Ras’
Dudes thought we was stuck in the past, something to blast
Do it right in front of your staff, still coming with the coldest shit
We unload the clip, so peep game I got blows to spit
Yeah
[Verse 2: Evidence]
Aiyo, it’s my turn
Dilated Agents, Evidence, Cali’s long awaited
Keep shades drawn until the sun’s faded
Night-time shit, forty-city tour equipped
Two bus entourage, long trips with full clips
Keep a daily dosage of the medicine: Never O-D, O-G!
Do it like Geo, when I’m toasted, post me up
Close up cats is out of focus
Dilated Peoples done undid your vocals, man
Stop fronting like where you from is a hot spot
Only chalk seen on the sidewalks, from hopscotch
Manley vox-box got top notch compression
Lock and load, rock and roll, stop the session
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