Lyrics Arcane - Dabbla

Arcane

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