Lyrics Supermodified - Dabbla

Supermodified

Yeah, sup bitches?!
It’s Dabbla AKA Papa Merk
Also known as Paddy Mashdown, Pedro Barzini
Shut up!
Life is full of setbacks and knock backs
Snot rags and drop backs
Dogs, rats and bobcats and grot bags in top hats
Rock boats and stop tracks
Shot wraps like hot cakes
Hot stacks in a stock tape with a blocked nose and hot plate
Head spins from my whippings
Dead things on my bed springs
Red rings round the good stuff
And I puff piff 'till my breath stinks
Put it big bold in the text print
Let’s drink to the next link cause we care not what the rest think
And we kill shit 'till it’s extinct
Do yourself a favour, be your own boss
Make your own moves, or it be your own loss
That’s the way to roll, nothing but the vibes
Music take control, supermodified
Ever since my balls dropped every plan I’ve had is getting pulled off
I’ve got more passion than a British Bulldog
Catch a case of smallpox, typhoid, problems with your thyroid
Special influenza, German measles in your eye boy
Diarrhoea yellow fever, whooping cough?
No idea!
Inflammation of the brain, lacerations in the ear
All my patients disappear, Dabbla doesn’t disappoint
But rappers tend to miss the point, like every time I twist a joint
Do yourself a favour, be your own boss
Make your own moves, or it’ll be your own loss
Thats the way to roll, nothing but the vibes
Music take control, supermodified
Peak on my game rudeboy, every body knows who deals with the shiznit
When I pass through blasting a big fat cone that I rolled looking all like
wizbit
You’ll be nudging your mate like isn’t it
I’ll be rolling the hay like Worzel
Keep passing it round in a circle, stay laughing at life’s little hurdles
And I’ve been to the future it’s purple, communications all nonverbal
Meditation’s bait virtue and the only medication is herbal
Nocturnal, burn every word in the journal
Rappers for so external
Bigger than a fat bird in a girdle
Putting holes in your v-neck turtle
Now they wanna try and tell me something that I don’t know
I’ve been doing this since tape decks, came in the game through the rave sets
Still wondering what he’s gonna make next, still slaving away for them pay
cheques
Paving away with them brave steps
Making my name on the same flex, whilst they’re wasting away at the apex
Flavours you can’t even taste yet, majors about to possess you
You better grab your place mats, we’ve got a lot to get through
Life is a way that we test you, word on the street is that he’s got it on lock
down
And you know my steez when I bop round
All together like pees in a pod now
Do yourself a favour, be your own boss
Make your own moves, or it be your own loss
Thats the way to roll, nothing but the vibes
Music take control, supermodified
Yeah, super modified Dabbla doesn’t do it for the dollar signs
Fluently apologise, after all
Kill it you don’t wanna die, do you?
Look, scholars get disqualified
Biatch!