DNA (triple j Like A Version)

Brrr, it's cold in here
Must be some hate up in the atmosphere
Don't hate, check
Check
Check
Yeah
I got loyalty, got royalty inside my DNA
I got loyalty, got royalty
I got
Loyalty, got royalty inside my DNA
Cocaine quarter piece, got war and peace inside my DNA
I got power, poison, pain and joy inside my DNA
I got hustle though, ambition, flow inside my DNA
I was born like this, since one like this, immaculate conception
I transform like this, perform like this, was Yeshua new weapon
I don't contemplate, I meditate, then off your fucking head
This that put-the-kids-to-bed
This that I got, I got, I got, I got
Realness, I just kill shit 'cause it's in my DNA
I got millions, I got riches building in my DNA
I got dark, I got evil, that rot inside my DNA
I got off, I got troublesome heart inside my DNA
I just win again, then win again like Wimbledon, I serve
Yeah, that's him again, the sound that engine in is like a bird
You see fireworks
I know how you work, I know just who you are
See, you's a, you's a, you's a
Bitch, your hormones prolly switch inside your DNA
Problem is, all that sucker shit inside your DNA
Daddy prolly snitched, heritage inside your DNA
Backbone don't exist
But the one in front of the gun lives forever
The one in front of the gun
But the one in front of the gun lives forever
Introducing the descendent of the greatest
African states, most copied and most hated
Africa is the greatest ghostwriter in the world
Word, fuck what you heard
Straight outta the "third world"
Africans do this, hip hop and tribal music
Music enthusiasts, make you bump your head, hola "Who dis"
Fugees, Nubian, Pac, Busta, Missy, Mos and fela
Had a Zambian girl bumping her head rapping in Bemba
DNA
DNA
DNA
Don't hate
DNA
Don't hate
DNA
DNA
Don't hate
DNA
DNA
DNA
Tell me something
You motherfuckers can't tell me nothing
I'd rather die than to listen to you
My DNA not for imitation
Your DNA an abomination
This how it is when you're in the Matrix
When you dodging bullets, reaping what you sow
Stacking up the footage, living on the go
Sleeping in a villa
Sipping from a Grammy and walking in the building
Diamond in the ceiling, marble on the floor
Marble on the floor
Dodging paparazzi, freaking through the cameras
Yoga on a Monday, Church on a Sunday Album of the year
This shit a classic
Watching all the snakes, the snakes, the snakes
I'm on cloud 9
These are the times, these are the days
Level number 9
Sentence on the way, killings on the way
Murder on the way
Motherfucker, I got killings on the way