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I'm from a city where the hype be outweighing the product the stage, more important than the act real recognize real so shit.... I barely interact try to fake like it ain't a fact but i'm into rap so fuck it...where the liquor at? washed out, dropped out school but my knowledge run deep like the homeless slept on in the streets I bump my own shit, just to meet my opponent, ME the backpack cat that never rap for free my nigga... yo this is ANTOINE JAMESON started on a Chapel Hill graduated to a Golden State of mind cause a nigga had to pay the bills... "it's a war going on outside..." YOU KNOW THE REST programmed to be a Prodigy, so shit, I know the best give love where it's due, much respect to my crew we like the most famous, nameless waddup Mike, Dunc, Drew, Double Oh, Selecta, Cortez & Soulful too.. cause this is.... my table of contents, start off with no nonsense I'm sick with it...and it's reality I vomit it's infinite, that's the mentality I'm armed with and I'll cock and launch this into your conscious just to start your inner conflict or see what your response is and if you ain't responsive, maybe I'm wasting arm strength... yup, my mission is that, when I deliver the raps I aim for the head, but never lifting the gat since the citizens deliver the wack I breathe god so I'm giving it back like...whatever that shit be clever reside from the PG side nigga, it's Toine Jameson till I die come on...
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I fucking love rap, ay look it got me here got niggas listenin' from the benches, some don't even cheer look, we all tryna start up in this game where you try to sell your art, but at the end you sell your name ...and cash out mash out with the fame till lil' niggas complain like "why he switch up his lane??" it's a shame ain't it? gotta be selfish, do it for delf (self) but can't blame it, shit the game tainted you either fuck it or it fuck with you ...and I ain't nothin to fuck wit born to break beats and chase freaks ay look I may waste time, but I'll be damned if I waste a rhyme shit is business from the moment the pen hits to the way I treat my fans when it ain't no microphone in my hand I'm still a man so even if this shit is all grand, understand for the feast, and the famine I plan to be the champ... lemme talk to these niggas like shit, waddup!!! Central Avenue...you know how we do riding right, up and down 202 Landover, Largo, Palmer Park wit it yo... lemme talk to em, niggas... like shit, waddup!!! Lockwood, Georgia Ave too Castle Blvd all way out to New Hampshire my niggas keep it dirty like ya drawer's in the hamper... yup, I'm in it for the long haul used to be in it to be timid but my image is the bomb, dog and I tried to be humble and all like when niggas asked for raps, I would mumble em off... but (fuck that)...never that now the focus sharp, you see the blur up in the background? I hold my art close to my heart where most would depart I... clinch a little tighter, held the fire like a lighter, yeah.... you fuckin right a nigga tryna get it. got my whole team with me, this ain't nothin but a scrimmage I'm invested in, excellence truth is what I represent put my damn life in what I write this just a testament another chronicle, from the honorable, benevolent so if you wanna move forward, my nigga then let's begin check the checklist, makin' sure i'm set to win you can't compete, with what I speak niggas weak and I'ma talk to em, niggas... like shit, waddup!! Branch Ave, Temple Hills side St. Barnabas Road, we finna let it ride All my Pennsylvania Ave mufuckas GET LIVE niggas claim they the Radiant Child, but they the SAMO I grip the mic like it's my j-o...I rule with it dropped outta school, but you'sa fool if you was thinkin' i'ma fool wit it... but shit, i'm cool wit it. don't even get it confused, i share dap wit niggas i wouldn't dare get on a track with cause i ain't down with wack shit... but some of these mufuckas? it's almost like paying your local taxes cause... niggas will hate you quick. try to ride your coat tails to sell but they measure my dopeness from a different scale that's why we drink from a different well blaze from a different L it ain't hard to smell i exhale, then prevail the mic is contacted, y'all niggas is clientele and niggas out here? still can't get the crowd hyper they still spittin they writtens in a cipher? give that fucking mic up.
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yo. its 24 hours in a day work about 8, barely worth the pay and all day i'm thinkin bout the shit I'd rather do like nada damn thang and sippin on a brew building with the crew Tryna get more than what I had before Its like an uphill battle for the cash galore but fuck it...i never lose Instead of letting life kick me, I said "ima be the boot" so I'm walkin it check 1, 2? Yeah I'm talkin it cause niggas like me? can barely fit into this office shit without looking like the awkward mix too smart for the streets not dumb enough for the beats sheesh... plus every job I get be somewhat demeaning sick of taking trash out, toilet bowl cleaning bout ready to spaz out, they want my peace? but this ain't bouta be no easy defeat... so if you wit me say FUCK THAT SHIT (Fuck that shit!!) like yo I'm better than that!! (I'm better than that!!) Yo if you wit me say fuck that shit!! say I'm better than that... Yo this is my motivation (man this ain't even a 9-5...) this is my motivation... (shit i'm still with ma dukes man...) Ay look -- i got one of them bullshit jobs so i can just hit ghost when it all take off but damn...i gotta dumb myself down for a few laughs and ain't nigga there that care that i rap but shit -- i got a dream to slide up on the scene wit the Gs in my hand blowin trees wit my man out in killa cali, overseas in japan chillin wit a cool chick, laid up in the sand and man... i know its a lot to want from life but you goddamn right a nigga want it overnight i ain't got no patience kick these niggas to the curb if they waiting to me that's wasting taking sides with satan tryna be safe, because your talents take you outside of a comfortable place you gotta look this shit right in the face make eye contact and if you can't, you a disgrace and ima be like fuck that shit!!! like, yo I'm better than that.... so if you wit me say fuck that shit!!! like, yo I'm better than that... man this is my motivation (cause when the last time YOU bought an album, for real...) this is my motivation... (niggas doing four years, get a degree, looking for the same jobs as me? nigga please....)
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it's like I forgot what this shit was for before the promises of tours and vinyl in the stores from being a literary whore I left retail to sell myself with more detail how silly is that? my Pops said it was silly to rap used to find my notebooks in the trash, so you know we had to scrap I had math notes in the front but, rhymes in the back I guess I was off track... been unemployed for a minute so when niggas like "you doing it!!!" i'm like my cash flow, mad slow yeah, I ruin it cause hype kills....how can I sice myself? when this little bit of wealth won't suffice for self wishing sometimes, these rhymes would write themselves and struggling to find words that'll strike your nerve and living from mic check to check... cause all I got is my life....full of memories and retrospect but uh... every line we shine you gotta keep it moving like a step at a time.... these niggas out here pressing rewind? you must be out ya mind... ...I be going to war with my morals cause I want it in the plurals never one of them, more like three of those but too cautious to go all in so I'm caught in between my self-esteem and my dreams... ...like we ain't on the same team sometimes I be chillin in my room ain't fuckin wit the scene just ain't feelin the style.... niggas ain't concerned with fabric its all about how it seams/seems the art of perception and deception was born a rap fiend so I bought into that gangsta shit when I was a teen Had to buy myself back Realized that rap was more than a marketing ploy Its all up in our jeans/genes like cotton Or cotton money that we made but never seen... ...you see the difference in our schemes Is you callin em ignorant, I tell em that they kings tryna show em what's in front of em that...they never seen nahmean??! --- Woke up Saturday morn Dunno what was on my mind last night, but I had to perform Blank stares with a stomach full of alcoholic beverage Tryna lift poverty, my lyrics be my leverage Hip-hop is like my reverend...that tell me keep stepping But I pass my own plate for the collection Saving what I'm earning Learning what I'm earning Tryna pen another Dirty Church sermon This that NIG version Determined.... Need a better job for a better pay Bank account catch a comma, shit I gotta celebrate Real rap, same ole struggle...shit is everyday like a heather grey These...words are mine Got a wealth of experience in my lifetime Hard to break that shit down into a rhyme That's why it's my job If ima be right here in the right now Ain't no damn way I can slow down
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so great!! 02:45
yeah...i been dreaming of this since square one, yeah sun, beaming relentles... like a light that's in the back of my head the same flame in my chest that pull a nigga out of bed the motivational speech, of the rhythm runs deep when a nigga feel weak i used to be the most high in search of the most high finding myself at peace through the beats never sleep and it feels.... it feels *so great* ..to stray away from the path then look at it and laugh i'm so damn glad time moves on we got stones to turn, let's learn and move along we got herb to burn, a pen and a pad dim light, hold me tight i'm bouta write all night look.. resonating the words to take flight let it rip, take a whiff you might want a load of this, shit is PIFF the same feeling you get.. when you like who you love...or love who you like you damn...right its a drug, and living right is the price do what you do like i be doin on the mic you be iight!!! yeah. got you checking for feedback stumble on a message, ain't expecting to see that blessings in possession when confessing you need that but you just wanna know where the weed at, you see that? come on look...i been dreaming of this since the days where a stage just seemed in the distance but now its all reality filled drop a rhyme, pass time, watch my salary build free your mind from the grind where the cowardly squeal so if you tryna keep it real then fuck it, well let's build let's build...for real... you see it feel like a heavy buzz, but you still nice tryna figure if its real life but its all true don't get caught up in the scene where the false move be all YOU. i had to learn to just live with mistakes and not hold grudges off the moves i made -- or didn't time be bringing education to your vision keep playin your position, nigga listen i'm at the cusp of the truth, relishing time in my youth and when it's all through, i remain resolute look... i'm paying dues, sometimes i play the blues, but i can't snooze you see i been in a dream been laced up the shoes taking the steps making it def playing the left what can i do for you but be the truth? the truth... yeah. and it feel so great......
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I woke up in the PM turned over, a little slower phone by my shoulder ain't even bother to check it needing a respite, or an exit feeling like eff it giving less effort the business used to be the pleasure but now I got quotas still broke as fuck tryna find drive, but I need a new motor or somethin like a chauffeur walking with a boulder, tryna feel bolder, right? shit I strain to maintain my solar light and focus when I approach the mic so what the fuck am I supposed to write?? tight shit. type shit that'll mold ya life the real rap, self savior that you savor with every molar bite god, I praise in the hopeless nights... cause I got the love, so everything'll be iight...
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You know Toine come off correct & keep it raw like a 4 track, off cassette Make you pay every time like you call collect Yo who the fuck is all up on my neck? Chill out fam I'm out up on the scene with an elegant plan Don't need keys to a Beamer, I ain't Elephant Man** **editor's note -- as soon as I wrote that shit, I knew damn well I fucked up. Beanie Man was who I was thinking about, Elephant man is what rhymed. And then the verse was already written so I said fuck it....BUT DOG, I KNOW MY MUSIC. Flow cold when the dough low, hell of a jam Now I got mad fiends, I could sell it by the gram When I do a joint, the shit come with an advance You the type to see a beach and bring sand Not me nigga! So if you talk the dopest cats to rhyme You BETTER HIT ME WITH AN @ REPLY AntoineRaps on the twitter Need a verse? I deliver I prolly pen it on the shitter Then blow a j wit my niggas The word is my weapon, rhyme books like militias I'm the colonel of the journal You a barefoot Cinderella How you even in the picture?
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I barely got game but a nigga got luck canada dry, wit jameson up in the cup going to my brain got me shooting the breeze wit the hip fire aim ...and you know I be talkin that bullsh-- dumpin words out cause I got like a full-clip of slick raps...spit wit plenty kickback so accuracy...don't really matter to me jus tryna figure how to split ya figure casually you want love? girl, that shit don't really happen to me so my tactics'll be...to play it on some cool shit cause you ain't got a "you" to even add it to me..please but...shit was straight, we did a couple dates played the cards right, nigga had her in the place I was all up in her face, she was all up on the breaks brought nothing to my plate so why I gotta wait? ay!
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If you messing wit Toine? Wholetime You rollin wit a slick joint Cop me some doja & a roller for the spliff joint Cop me a cola got a Motorola hip joint Old school type...dog I mean literally Text game mad brief, like a shot of Hennessy black Where you at? Out chillin, tryna catch the feeling of that fan on the ceiling For me, you, ya mama & ya cuz too and anyone that love you Make em quake like the bass on that sub do *** got beats, tryna speak? Shit, I'd love to Didn't wanna assume, but fuck it, it was butter So I spread it on the bread, till I'm dead word to muva Played it real cool, now we chillin undercovers Bouta eat it like some supper then I slide up on a rubber You know the Lethal Weapon co-star the Danny Glover Get it in, shorty thin, ass fat like Ruben Studdard Sweet like the sugar in the cupboard Type to seduce me like a movie Gucci - Think I Love Her She beg to differ tho Cause yo, Toine spit a different flow Up in every ear, all year when I'm near yo... Got a problem for the fat bottom What that surprise you? I'm nasty like 2LiveCrew tryna slide through ya home base like Bryce Harper camera round my neck like the black Peter Parker Supreme hat, Astros Starter, I'm like a Hypebeast blog author But sharper So raise up your offer Coming to a bar near you With a two step and a glass full of brew Guess who? You know how we do Tez & Boom, we be the crew Peace to Dunc...he in the stu My main man Mook got a tumblr chick or two Tryna hit up JD to find out the move what's the deal??
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It was all a dream I used to read scratch magazine! Little Brother & Jay Dee on the computer screen Hanging posters on my wall Rappin to myself what I'd spit in the cipher to kill em all Now I'm feeling like I woke up Like me and my first love I was fucking, yeah we broke up But I still love her Shit it feel like I be tryna text shorty Just to rediscover glory Hell, I think she best for me Seen too many cats in the streets that see me, and wonder how she doing too Like “What y'all had was beautiful…" So now I'm back with the pad and pen and Back with the top rank Tryna remake the shit that even made me even give a damn in the first place Treating all occasions like we out on a first date...for real tryna live that dream… (chorus) It's like yo, yo right now, we at the end of the show, show So if you feel me do my thing, lemme know, know we gotta go, go PG up on my back Ay Drew Dave in the buildin… Ya boy Toine in the buildin… just tryna stack the cream keep my rap sheet clean every day of with hip-hop, is like I’m living a dream Niggas hit me like dog, where's the new shit? Tried to do solo, hell I tried to do some crew shit But how the fuck you helping other niggas When shit hitting the fan and you clueless Me and my raps scrap for the meaning of what truth is And what I stand for You still living wit ya moms tryna act like you the bomb...? Nah nigga. Yo ceiling is another man's floor There's levels to this You beside yourself tryna be a rebel to this Look. I wanna write elegant shit But I'm more motivated by the conflict If putting your heart, in your rhymes is a crime then consider me a convict Rhyme like I caught a bid back in 9-6...... Now I'm back on the streets tryna show the whole world how this rap sound complete I got an image of myself that I’m dying to be fuck lying to them…nigga I been lying to me …just tryna live that dream!! (chorus) since the…day I came with styles and flows had to…bring it back up the wildest slope my life..full of hills and valleys, nights and shows nowadays i get high and that’s when i feel low had to put the smoke down cause i’m a thoroughbred and this mary make you think you in a merry go round — just running in a circle, wasting ya breath but fuck that, I’ma own this mic till I’m out of breath false step? Get ya bell rung.. Toine serve styles extra rare...and leave that microphone well done Old school, stiff arm niggas, L1 test cats like a vet, never failed one! kill it all, when the lyrics involved get up like Don McClurk with a slip and a fall if you think you know, you ain’t gettin it dog I said my sonic ain’t platonic, i be hitting it raw!

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