Artist: DTMD
Album:  Makin' Dollas
Song:   Fantastic
Typed by: @DTMDmusic @MelloMusicGroup

I MC: I Must Create Microphone Classics
a Metaphysical Craftsman, with Musical Captions
relaxing, letting a draft in
to air the smoke out what we ashing, the ganja
in rap? I'm a monster
niggas coming back like karma
and ya'll gon pay for it like a sponsor
in the element of irrelevance and drama
the current testament, whats heaven sent will calm ya
but I'm still bonkers, got a nigga sweating like a sauna
my bank account never seen a comma
its a war outside, my thoughts be the armor
most skilled in the genre, most real in the entour
-rage of these fake niggas
late niggas
maternal mistake niggas
no need to debate, niggas
its dunc & toine makin dollas feel free to hate niggas...
or just wait, niggas...

(chorus)
its like yo...in case you ain't know
we be kickin the shit that you ain't hearing no more
ya'll keep it the same, we progress with the flow
its DTMD sun you know how we go
we fantastic

the boy cut from a different cloth, something bout the texture
invest in a different cause, something bout my lecture
the spirit of my text is a specter
hear it in my breath I'm the best ta
breathe with the rest of
these emcees wanna test ya, but please I be nectar
keeping wannabees on the swarm with my gesture
god I hope that I reflect ya, see?
and if not, I hope I'm on the road to be...
losing myself finding myself
finding myself losing myself
for the paper or the love? confusing myself
scratching lines like mosquito bites just itching for something greater
the only magazine a nigga read be The Fader
now niggas like "please be saviors"
they need these favors cause we be major
beats be flavor, feeling like Ali and these cats is Joe Frazier
nah, ya'll don't want it
I'm from a capital state, where we all on a capital chase
and call out rappers thats fake, so you don't have to debate
emotion...don't front, you know I gotchu opin still...

(chorus)

I rhyme for purpose, for purpose I rhyme
searching to find, a state where I'm immersed in divine
so i, take a knee before I check in this game
cause niggas on the side booing, expecting a change
and I ain't the congruent, reflecting the same
the message remains since Mirror Image stepped in the frame
to spit the bare facts, cause niggas say we the rare cats
to take this rap shit and run with it like Air Max
a child of the sun, from the land where niggas run wild with the gun
just to stockpile the funds
I ain't spittin cause I feel myself, I will myself
I figure if I'm dope, then i'll deal myself
and never getting high on my own
until I'm high on the throne
catching nosebleed, piercing the ozone
my known home, a climate of Goadomes
arriving at horizons and despising the quotes throw -- they falter
I lark to something a little deeper
something a little sweeter than a temporary teaser
dropping back with words, looking for a receiver
(one Mississippi...) with the clock ticking tryna beat a
goal set for myself to be a
Nas by 18
a J Dilla by 20
but Antoine by 30 you heard me?
you heard me?
we fantastic