Artist: DTMD f/ Quartermaine
Album:  Makin' Dollas
Song:   95 Live
Typed by: @DTMDmusic @MelloMusicGroup

(Quartermaine)
Through the District
Daily do I troop
I get pounds from mystics
Who sit bearded on their stoop
And lose their roof when they hear an open loop
Confined to reality
Well I'm the breakthrough
Unlock the secret
Believe I can achieve it
Put my thoughts to paper so Destiny can read it
It's like my pen's bleeding
Heart in every word
Even if a tree falls and my art's never heard...
I'm a warlord
For the peace I disturb
Chopping, cutting, raping...
Record collections
We murder mics,
Herd your wife and head for the hills
Its open season for feeding,
I need a meal
Still
Love the fill
Of a real soul platter
Fixings mixed in then dipped in Funk batter
Tracked in Tools make it sound phatter
Grap handed the ladder
Proof that family matters
Now its my turn
Quarter to DTMD
More than one term cause learn from the Fentys
Executive checks we earn and collect plenty
We keep the crowd roaring like Harlem in the twenties

(Toine)
this be that bomb of the century
To purify the life and cause enemy injury
Me & Q, keep it tight...niggas elementary
I be the principal to enforce the principles
Of mic ministry
DTMD, we got symmetry
Plentifully
Clockin plenty Gs from mp3s
And lyrically
I'm like Coltrane, you Kenny G
Ain't got no damn soul, just empty similes
Nigga please
my message is one
A weapon to some, when flexing the tongue
Spittin like I'm bouta die after the session is done
Leave it all on the m-i-c
Cause I need Benjis to befriend me
So where they at?
I'm taking it all, that's no fable
Spit caine and the flow abel
Deep enough to go naval on your whole stable
Verbally fatal
And that's only when I rap to rap
So picture me on a track
With hip-hop on my back
Cause all the alternatives is wack?
They tryna make that crack
The quick hit, that leave you assed out, falling flat
But I'd rather you improve on what you lack so
Think about that