dabbla - self made lyrics
[verse 1]
made your stars do the somersault
lick you with the buddha palm and hit you like a juggernaut
you’re getting disconnected from the motherboard
which ever way you wanna walk, i’ll pack a f-cking tomahawk
smoke it up while i soak it up
looking at me with that look like they’ve woken up
good, get the bars connected for the narcoleptic
all i’m tryna do is make you see this sh-t from our perspective
fully zoomed in, now they’re tuned in
i got that new styles called wounding
their derivatives sound like a f-cking idiots written it down without understanding how to deliver it
yeah, just about had enough of you
same old bullsh-t, nothing new
all i’m tryna do is be a better me, all you ever wanna talk about is being you
i get them ghetto ways, ain’t ever phased
i’m spreading marmalade up in the everglades
stuck in stubborn ways but it f-cking pays
plus i got some triple a’s for them sh-tty days
[hook]
ring the bell, beat the drum
you can say what you like but it’s not done
i’ma leave this in the air for a minute
bring it back then i’m filling up each lung
[verse 2]
yeah, self trained self taught
self made, ain’t selling myself short
i smell gas, you rappers are well fr-ss
the h-lls that? i switch up the blade then i change swords
cut you into little pieces like a sushi chef
ancient mystical suspicions like a sufi sect
values, morals and principles never loosely kept
stack the spiritual currency up and do your best
i took a look at your lyrics but they ain’t saying sh-t
these little d-ckheads are k!lling it, ain’t spraying sh-t
i keep my fingers on b-ttons, triggers and pressure points
you buckle under the weight and you run away and sh-t
so what the f-ck you wanna say?
while you pull away, i ain’t here to play
mans still in this hey, everything single way
k!lling this since day, they don’t get it still it’s in my dna
sh-t is not a joke, still i poke away and i smoke a lot
and i overstay my welcome if i stay
you can keep your precious metals, you roman devils you lost your credentials
i f-ck the levels up there’s nothing to say, ay
[hook]
yeah, self trained self taught
self made, ain’t selling myself short
i smell gas, you rappers are well fr-ss
the h-ll’s that? i switch up the blade then i change swords
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