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Dr. Kimble
916
Hip-Hop/Rap
Dr. Kimble was released on January 21, 2014 by Rhymesayers as a part of the album Lord Steppington (Deluxe Version)
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Release DateJanuary 21, 2014
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM77

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Step Brothers
Step Brothers
Performer
The Alchemist
The Alchemist
Vocals, Beats
Evidence
Evidence
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alan Maman
Alan Maman
Songwriter
Michael Taylor Perretta
Michael Taylor Perretta
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Alchemist
The Alchemist
Producer
Eddie Sancho
Eddie Sancho
Mixing Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

We got to move these refrigerators
We got to move these color TVs
We on the move, stepbrothers
We moving in and we moving them trees
99 Bottles of beer, I break all of 'em
Hard to choose one of these bitches, I take all of 'em
Before I pick up the dice, I shake all of 'em
Money like leaves on trees, I rake all of 'em
Shooters in disguise who probably mistake all of 'em
Put cookies on a sheet in the oven and bake all of 'em
'Til the bottom is crispy, Great Gatsby
Reflector on the Nauticas flashy like a strobe light
Royal dynasty rag rapping the dome tight
Locked in the middle of the crosses on my scope sight
I wrap a bundle, know how to package the dope right
You rodeo and can't even lasso the rope right
You hear the sound of a drum if the envelope's light
So when I come to pick up the paper, make sure the note's right
Handle dilemma, tunes familiar like the man from Ipanema
Epidemic that spread from the epicenter
We got to move these refrigerators
We got to move these color TVs
We on the move, stepbrothers
We moving in and we moving them trees
You ever noticed how they welcome you, invite you to sit?
It's like the rich keep waiting to admire their shit
We ain't on the same page by now, it's never happening
Decoding all these messages is only for the passengers
Quoted for the massacre when it occurs
I ain't condoning it, best believe I'm owning them furs
For when it pops off, days wait, nights even longer
And topped off with stress, trying to make it even stronger
Now for this, betting chips, part of the rest
Disrespect, pardon my left
Gary Carter wasn't part of the Mets
Pardon the cardigan and call him a vet
Yo, camaraderie is fake as fuck, hidden in politics
Drowned in hearsay, said I'm on top of it
Said I'm a prophet rich and watch the rest go
This ain't cutting a check, this is cutting soap, cutting the dope
We got to move these refrigerators
We got to move these color TVs
We on the move, stepbrothers
We moving in and we moving them trees
Written by: Alan Maman, Michael Taylor Perretta
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