My Own Song

I woke up this morning, thanks God, alive

Breakfast on my table, because I got a wife

I don't watch TV, for that I got no time

I get high instead of drinking red wine



I don't play no games, I don't remember names

Except for those who I trust in my insane brain

I drive good car instead of new car

Reliable stuff is what I do so far



My name is D-E-T-S-to-da-L

I drop hitting rhymes on the dead cells

I don't talk fairy-tales, in my world fake is pall

Music is my love from original rap, wow



People talk, people gamble, people wanna know

What is Hip, what is Hop, what is going on?

Who's an ugly duckling? Who's a black swan?

But I don't give a damn, I got my own song



Riding down the block, hands on the clock

This speed rap so turn the volume up

Shake what you got, dance, don't stop

Spin around to the sound of my mafia



This for real Gs and all the real ...

Stuff is fresh, feels like a light breeze

Interntational music straight from other seas

All them haters, chill out, obey these



Perfect time has come, there's a lot to be done

Russian rastaman, how fire ban

Rude boy can run, this game for fun

Then we go raise up and blaze that Babylon



Super-dupa-fly, we're going take you high

Can you feel the base coming from inside?

This is world wide bang up, ... night

I like that shit, DJ stop and rewind