Arcane - Dabbla

Ey yo, slurping on the Ballantine’s and swerving like a boss

I’m not a flashy bastard but the bars are worth the floss

My life is pretty colourful, the hustles in its prime

Dabbla specialise in making paper while you doss

Pulled up in a jam with a handful of hot shit

Suddenly the whole damn place just lost it

Flipped on his head, land on the coccyx

Transfer the foot, expanding the droplets

Banned from the light, strangle the darkness

Nothing that the heart can’t handle regardless

Mangle the proof, truth is the garnish

Getting to the roots of the truth they tarnish

I’m a, Fucking idiot for thinking I can make a difference

Only one mistake is thinking you can fake forgiveness

Are you willing to participate and go the distance?

Clinging on to hopeless answers to your own existence

Yeah, while they was fishing for their bars

I continue with the mission, kept 'em wishing on a star

Until the dream became a vision, residual with the shards

Suddenly, it clicked into position and here we are

I’m a walking, talking work in progress merking 'em while I catch joke in the

process

Anyone that wanna test us that’s hopeless, talking about get loose!

And I’m coming for the cup and the medal and the trophy, badge and the book

Give a fuck if you felt rude boy cause if you’re not true to yourself there’s

no excuse

I’ve never cheated on my girl, the microphones my bitch

You might even see me switch, you don’t get away with shit

Shit I’m on it so legit, I’m an inferno when it’s lit

Trust me, that’s the sound of money that be hurling out the whip

Strip to the bone, I’ma own this ting

Then we’re gonna roam like a throne less king

If I can’t really call this place home, I’ma go so low hope it don’t sting

Watch for the beat when I dip down low, got 'em like yeah man the shit sound

dope

Straight to the bar, let me fill up my cup

Gonna have a quick whip round then we go, oh

Should have seen it coming, sorry I was miles away

Banging, acting like big Brock in the upper it’s miles away

Whilst I was a yute I used to use them rainbow rips

But I wasn’t burning seasoned sticks you hippy cunts can eat a furthermore

I’ma spit so nang, kill a dance floor when the disco’s jam

Pick up the mic like (Fuck your tune!)

Go’s for anyone that want it with the gang

I’ll be like fam, let’s get real

Don’t act up gimme summit I can feel

Anybody can bust a quick sixteen bar, Is it really on par though,

does he get ill?

Yeah and while your fishing for them bars

I’ll continue with the vision, keep on switching up the styles

Until all the competition collapse like a house of cards

Finally, it clicked into position and here we are