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