Daniel Monroe - The Ownly Way ft. DNA Tru Lyricist (w/lyrics)

Produced by Sarki Beats #hiphop #rap --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (Intro) Really, motherfucker? Is that how it's gonna be? Okay. (Verse) Daniel Monroe Ha! Who wants to play hopscotch with landmines? Play Follow the Leader, no recanting while shanghaied. Orogeny in the Berm, detonation on stand by. The next quectosecond, you're on the afterlife transit ride. New age news anchors tried to get content for their channel. Too late, touche, a vacuous face, one chas-diss-ised sonnet spares an example. Getting limbs castrated by reeling 6 fishing poles from Fleet Farm. I got DNA at bay and we're putting dead hobbies down, written as DNR. These kinds of shanks will have your inn-ards ripped apart. You hear these G sharps? I got 6 ARs pointed at 6-AR. These sick bars are ready to sting hard. With no sugar-coat ending in harmony like Pixar. (Hook) This, this is the Ownly Way. This. This, this, this is the Ownly Way. This, this is the Ownly Way. You made your choice, now you must pay. This, this is the Ownly Way. This. This, this, this is the Ownly Way. This is the Ownly Way. BTA all day, belt to ass all day. (Verse) DNA Tru Lyricist Tru shit. Daniel Monroe, DNA. Yo. The Ownly Way is to be true to yourself, let the illusions, the avatars, the characters, your personas help ring the bell interferin' frequencies to your conscious prevails. The Ownly Way to get on track to get off the rails. The precoded determined path that was laid for ya, The DNA who was forced in solitude took crusades for ya, discover the false world and the creatures who set the stage for ya, blindin' livin' on level one and self made torture. Of course, you're selling out, you ain't true to yourself. You're scared to speak on the mic anymore and needed help from AI making your song, trying to claim that it's you. When truthfully, you don't flow like that, I know you do. But you're settling for attention any kind that you get, reposing the same bit, even if they talking shit. Cause they talkin' somethin' even if you know you're frontin', fake as fuck, and give it up for everything for that button, that like button! (Hook) (Verse) Daniel Monroe A silent film with a ballade exhibiting a puerile facade. What's a smart king compared to a mentally handicapped god? Extracting their vilifying vocal essence from their mic receiver. At the right volume of Roe-ntgens, their virulence leaks at the microsievert. I'm not an atheist but there's one low tier god that I don't believe in. Your anti anger management cult got emotional needs for your own perceivin'. I need a consistent pen fencing battle buddy like how Bis faced Diz. I would've asked Six-ns, Sex-ns, or whatever his cryptic cypherin' name is. (What's the name?) This is a permanent ultimatum for the indecisive. One deprived wish is one life missed. (Hook)