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Lyrify.me

Dirt by Sagan Theory Lyrics

Genre: rap | Year: 2021

[Intro]
Sully me
Drag me to my wit’s end, oh conqueror worm

[Chorus]
And to the bigwigs
You ain’t nothing but dirt
You ain’t nothing but dirt
You ain’t nothing but dirt
And to the bigwigs
You ain’t nothing but dirt
You ain’t nothing but dirt
You ain’t nothing but dirt

[Verse 1]
We have a lock on his dreams
Access universal code for REM machine
It is our belief that subject Z17 might lead a resistance
Intercept his dream in an instant
Clip his little wings if he’s lifted
Kill his self esteem if you’re itching to weaken the mission of he and his kindred
“And kill him if he reach for a pistol”
On second thought we’ll need the essentials
So keep him quarantined for the intel
Operation Deep Sleep is official
[Bridge]
Drag me to my wit’s end, oh conqueror worm

[Chorus]
And to the bigwigs
You ain’t nothing but dirt
You ain’t nothing but dirt
You ain’t nothing but dirt
And to the bigwigs
You ain’t nothing but dirt
You ain’t nothing but dirt
You ain’t nothing but dirt

[Verse 2]
How dare you break out my chokehold
Whoa whoa
How dare you don’t let me spy on your post code
How dare you don’t let me dictate yo’ flow
How dare you protest my weapons homegrown
I’ve hung most of your comrades for less, bitch
I’ve sniffed out those who protested
I’ve had mad motherfuckers arrested
I’ve snuffed out most who didn’t respect this
How dare you come here colored like that boy
How dare you tread on my land with that noise
How dare you resist my power, you mad oi?
How dare you have mandibles like that, boy
How dare you think unlike my subjects
Didn’t think that I caught your subtext?
Your act of treason will not go unchecked
By grace of god you ain’t been snuffed yet
[Chorus]
And to the bigwigs
You ain’t nothing but dirt
You ain’t nothing but dirt
You ain’t nothing but dirt
And to the bigwigs
You ain’t nothing but dirt
You ain’t nothing but dirt
You ain’t nothing but dirt
And to the bigwigs
You ain’t nothing but dirt
You ain’t nothing but dirt
You ain’t nothing but dirt
And to the bigwigs
You ain’t nothing but dirt
You ain’t nothing but dirt
You ain’t nothing but dirt

[Verse 3]
No platitudes for agents
Buster, keep waxing poetic, the wick will melt you
They tell you just to play the hand that life dealt you
But I'm acing the tests and hitting shuffle on these jokers
I got more than enough doses for sherm smokers
Nerdcore meets street corner, preach on 'em
MCs Front a Lot but never have the gall to speak on 'em
Or march through the streets for 'em
It's only documentary or speech for 'em
But I'll win and reign supreme then I'll keep storming
No insulation needed for this heat stored in
Supplied by the team formed from these elite forces
And we've got all our sheets sorted
My sheets full of ink, bars, and concepts
Your sheets made no lyrical progress
His sheets damn near look like a bomb threat
And their sheets treat foreigners like objects
[Outro]
Treat foreigners like objects
Fuck is that? treatin' foreigners like objects
Like dirt
Treatin' bodies like dirt
Crushing 'em in the dirt
What you hert?