Self Made - Dabbla

Made your stars do the somersault

Lick you with the Buddha palm and hit you like a Juggernaut

You’re getting disconnected from the motherboard

Which ever way you wanna walk, I’ll pack a fucking tomahawk

Smoke it up while I soak it up

Looking at me with that look like they’ve woken up

Good, get the bars connected for the narcoleptic

All I’m tryna do is make you see this shit from our perspective

Fully zoomed in, now they’re tuned in

I got that new styles called wounding

Their derivatives sound like a fucking idiots written it down without

understanding how to deliver it

Yeah, just about had enough of you

Same old bullshit, nothing new

All I’m tryna do is be a better me, all you ever wanna talk about is being you

I get them ghetto ways, ain’t ever phased

I’m spreading marmalade up in the Everglades

Stuck in stubborn ways but it fucking pays

Plus I got some triple A’s for them shitty days

Ring the bell, beat the drum

You can say what you like but it’s not done

I’ma leave this in the air for a minute

Bring it back then I’m filling up each lung

Yeah, self trained self taught

Self made, ain’t selling myself short

I smell gas, you rappers are well frass

The hells that?

I switch up the blade then I change swords

Cut you into little pieces like a sushi chef

Ancient mystical suspicions like a Sufi sect

Values, morals and principles never loosely kept

Stack the spiritual currency up and do your best

I took a look at your lyrics but they ain’t saying shit

These little dickheads are killing it, ain’t spraying shit

I keep my fingers on buttons, triggers and pressure points

You buckle under the weight and you run away and shit

So what the fuck you wanna say?

While you pull away, I ain’t here to play

Mans still in this hey, everything single way

Killing this since day, they don’t get it still it’s in my DNA

Shit is not a joke, still I poke away and I smoke a lot

And I overstay my welcome if I stay

You can keep your precious metals, you Roman devils you lost your credentials

I fuck the levels up there’s nothing to say, ay

Yeah, self trained self taught

Self made, ain’t selling myself short

I smell gas, you rappers are well frass

The hell’s that?

I switch up the blade then I change swords