Dat's Dead

[Verse 1: Youngin] Tell me what you gonna do when a dude come through With his whole damn crew like If you let me do what I do then you Won't give me a reason to want to fight All you gotta do is leave me alone And let a nigga roam free in these DC streets Born on the southside but I rep NorthEast You'll be on a shirt that says rest in peace Yes indeed, Youngin is that dude Yeah I'm rude but I'm blessed nigga no hachoo One call will get a nigga spitting at you You can run but them bullets quick enough to catch you Wake up in the morning nigga staring at you like "what you gon' do ah-ah don't move Breathe wrong and I'mma pop this tool That'll be your last breath you gon' drop and lose" Guaranteed I bet I make you bleed More than a girl getting her cherry popped Your flow lukewarm but I'm very hot Stay around the fire like I'm trying to marry the box Nigga fuck the key DC breaking the lock off the door You gonna need to get another contraption These other rappers not bringing enough of the action No question, we gon' enter it without asking Blasting talent all up in your face Lyrical violence all over the place Like Onika Miraj I got super bass in your headphones You feel it all up in your face I cut to the chase no time to waste Shawty dip the waste and let me see you shake Control the bat like you at the plate When they try to fake nigga we just say [Hook: Youngin] Dat's dead (you want me to rap like you Dress like you, act like you) Dat's dead (you want me to walk like you Talk like you, wear my hat like you) (2x) Dat's Dead (15x) Dat's dead oh [Verse 2: Youngin] Micheaux is the type of nigga that'll nip it in the bud Quicker than another nigga (Sheesh) He at the bottom but he getting bigger by the minute Crawling up like a Caterpillar Look into the eyes of a mad man That'll cut a nigga up and leave him in a glad bag Spinning out of control like a damn Tasmanian devil No matter what I'm remaining a rebel Obtaining a level you can't reach Got me explaining messages through my speech (Sheesh) Every single day of the week I do me But coincidentally so does she They loving the fact that I'm a Lincoln Heights boy But the hating ass niggas they be getting annoyed Trying to pop shit like they know the boy But I heard more noise from corduroys Youngin Micheaux nigga open the door 'fore I kick in to get in and ruin the show I begin to commence to spitting the 4-4 Ripping and leaving a hole in your throat I want the throne and I won't stop until I'm in it Not Uncle Luke but I don't stop get it get it If i hit it and you put my dick in your mouth Then it's null and void every single time you try to diss it Youngin is reminiscent of a great one Pick one Em, Nas, Jay, Pun As long as I'm in hip-hops future Then it's gonna be a great one What you gotta say huh, I don't hear you Like Steve Rifkind you gotta get loud D.C. bitch and say that proudly with pride If a nigga say Youngin can't rhyme tell that nigga dat's dead [Hook]