Hemisphere - Dabbla

Let’s overload the boats and see if shit floats

I’m on the teenage mutant ninja lurkers

All my actions leave them wordless

Like tryna rap might defeat the purpose

Plus you’ll never organise a water sign

In my former life, I must have been a porcupine

Watching orbs absorb into my aura light

But nothing even seems normal anymore

And nor am I

Heard a rumour that I’ve changed, it isn’t true

Could fill a warehouse of shit I’ve been into

I think we’ve all been accused of shit we didn’t do

Remember, the greatest self-portrait isn’t you

That’s why I had to step it up another echelon

So I could pick a bigger platform for me to pester from

Order my food straight from the restaurant

The word failure doesn’t exist in my lexicon

You can’t have gold without fire

You can’t pain without pleasure

You can’t have the ecstasy without the agony

You can’t have the love without the hate

Mate, whatever

Tryna tell me that it’s dead in here, dead in here

They wish him well but he don’t shed a tear, shed a tear

You know how long it took to get it here, get it here?

Who let these devils in my hemisphere?

Move

It’s unacceptable and now they’re missing

Busy rolling rappers in recovery position

Your new addition is superficial and insufficient

I knock 'em dead and break a leg and all that superstition

Tabula rasa, the geezer is excommunicada

The moody father of all of these little nooby barrers

My lunar cycle is chartered for when I spoon punani

It’s huge advantage when doing you regardless

I guess it’s apples and oranges and my crew bananas

And we ain’t tryna be down with your little bookey saga

And yeah, mi casa su casa

We’ll have a zooby after

Let’s bring the rain and the fire down on these stupid bastards

Oi

It’s like

Murder she wrizzle

When I pour the sizzurp all down her thrizzle

And I really hope you lickle bitches don’t jizzle

And yo, I guess she’s handling her business, that’s a result

I turn the sound and the light on instrumentals

While the weak act strong and the strong remain gentle

It’s chicken oriental

The truth is painful, it hurts, but I don’t prefer the guessing

The universe will keep slapping you until you learn the lesson

Just check the facial expression

I’m way too blessed to be stressing bout…

(All my troubles)

Nice personality costume you fucking idiots

Haven’t you had enough of those

Dissociative drugs and derivatives?

He’s done it now

The gold can’t exist without the fire though

The pain can’t exist without the pleasure (hell nah)

You can’t have the ecstasy without the agony

You can’t have the love without the hate

Mate whatever (whatever)

Tryna tell me that it’s dead in here, dead in here

They wish me well but they don’t shed a tear, shed a tear

You know how long it took to get it here, get it here?

Who let these devils in my hemisphere?