Текст песни Still - DJ Dutchmaster

You can take me off your mind
But still I'm gone shine

Try to knock me off my grind nigga
But still I'm gone shine

Try to frame me with the crime
But still I'm gone shine

You can surround me with that pine nigga
But still I'm gone shine!

A lot of things around me still don't make no damn sense
Don't give me your two cents
Cause they ain't paying the rent

Fake niggas life straight
So, I gotta stay bent
Self-righteous people keep telling me that I need to repent

Some smile in my face now
But when I was broke they wouldn't grin
Now everybody and they moma say
They want to be friends

Your style is transparent
There is no need to pretend
So, I'll smoke you like the chronic
And watch you blow in the wind

Chickens are addicted to The Dutch
That's why they flock to my hits
Niggas in whip rollin' up smokin'
While they're bumpin this shit

You see I do it sort of like a chemist
I come through with no gimmicks
Unloading on these bitches
With the liquid ammunition

If it wasn't for this rap shit
Nigga I'd still be straight
It's like I've been celibate for so long
And now I'm ready to fornicate

The one who's the happiest for you
Will be the one that's gone hate
And by the way, nickels and dimes
Don't mean you're hustling weight!

You can take me off your mind
But still I'm gone shine

Try to knock me off my grind nigga
But still I'm gone shine

Try to frame me with the crime
But still I'm gone shine

You can surround me with that pine nigga
But still I'm gone shine!

Since there are no politics involved in mine
My lyrics are now redefined
So, when I'm spitt'n this liquid
It's something like sip'n wine

Ever since I became an artist
They thought that I would just rhyme
You see, those who think themselves the smartest
Will always find out in time

That about this music thing
You can say I'm mad passionate
I came to bring the pain
I'm sado and you're the masochist

I've practiced this style long
Like the way of the iron fist
Making my pen strong
Now you'll feel when the page it rips

While keeping the skills to make these beats
All at my fingertips
O.M.P I'll represent
Until I cease to exist

Yeah I'm a beast at this shit!
I make these beats and these hits!
I got them fine bitches naked
In the kitchen cooking me grits, and sew'n

The quest to seek inner peace and perfection
Is what keeps me going
If it wasn't for these fans I wouldn't
Still be flow'n
If it wasn't for these strands I wouldn't
Still be blow'n
Like Bruce Leroy I'm the man
That's why I still be glow'n!

You can take me off your mind
But still I'm gone shine

Try to knock me off my grind nigga
But still I'm gone shine

Try to frame me with the crime
But still I'm gone shine

You can surround me with that pine nigga
But still I'm gone shine!