Versace (remix 2013)
• Written by Dubske
Im back wit a smack on the back
Sniffin on some unidentified crack
Wanna get it hatin start hatin that
Me when you see me flow like that
You hate it, I meditate it, You overrated
Now im askin How can you handle it
Take my flow you takin my credit
This is one verse no need to edit
Attempt to win ill bet it
As a matter of fact ill let it
She doming so she head it
Im really hopin that you get it
No need to panic, Leave you dead in a hammock
People be like o god dammit
Im comin for the game i gotta have it
Would you trust me if i said id grab it
Take it out your hands i gotta have it
Now im snappin all on it
Make your bitch even want it
Leave her ass with a sonet
She even said that she want it
Noone can block my shots
You spit fire i spit crack rocks
Chunkin out your brain i wont stop
Slowly imitating the strange
Absorbing acid rain
Do you have what it takes
To have what makes us great
Wait
That makes a difference
While you standin in attendence
Im breathless, pure ruthless
Takin a stab call me brutus
Your caesar stabbed to death
Ive killed for less
People expect me to run outta breath
Let me wine dine bitches in dress
While i address these fakes they with
Now you realize hes just a bitch
But just like on the defense
its time to just repossess
Nonetheless im with success call me progress
No need to impress, Take the situation and assess
Walkin in to your girl undressed
She has a nick name call her express
Ill express, leave you in a full court press
Who your girl love id you had to guess?
But whos yet, to full test, your girl's chest
But when i came back she said yes
Im the key to unlocking the best
im the big tree you sweet like nestle
Quit rappin and go get a degree
Next time choose your words carefully
I dare for you to speak
Its only been a minute and a half
See how i easily perfected my craft
Any cut i get i give my boys half
The cut i give your girl is my shaft
Im the head of state chief of staff
Careful before i make your high crash
Listenin to my white ass
Spittin on these bars so quick runnin out your brain
Shooting so fast im like n unlimited ammo ak
Where you floatin off to you cant say?
are you really tryin to run away?
What did you say? Give you a moment to pray?
Fucked some bitch named great
Cuz greatness is only a fuck away
Apparently i couldn't but i made her pay
You tried to spittin this quick but your late
Ran outta breath to fast? Wanna make this cash?
Wanna be like me back in a flash
Im back wit a smack on the back
Sniffin on some unidentified crack
Wanna get it hatin start hatin that
Me when you see me flow like that
Now all thats left is me to tip my hat
Since the rap game has gone flat
Like a soda Sittin on the patio
Im gonna start writtin words on window
Crack you open easier then a pistachio
I planned it doe, You planned it hoe,
Im a fan fo these fan foes, I plan dates
While your mind aches, these words are flakes
Do you even see whats at stake
Make sure your hearts in the right place
If not quit now and save face
Never had i ever been better then a muthafuckin veteran
I coulda never had it betta, I never had to write a letta
Im a vic king, While im viking, No dante colepeppa
This is some insane adventure
If only i could call my ancestor
Let them how to impress ya
Leave the notes on the dressa
Some of you need a spell checka
But really who can do it betta
None of you do anymore
I cant just hold open the door
Let you lose what we've all been fightin for
Stop tryin to ignore the war thats on the inner core
You aint nothing but a screen door in this great war
You bein silent like the peace corps
Remeber who you attempt to speak for
Noone likes a shop floor talkin offshore
Not everyone will understand my metaphor
i have no account for, world war
But these words might cause such a thing
while i am imagining, How to be king
To bring back old the old things
That make the old times astounding
See how nice my lyrics be sounding
A lot of you thought i was clowning
Now im like kevin love rebounding
Snapping harder and better when you clowned me
You broke the locks brought the beast out of me
you never coulda thought of me
Considering your 1 i.q short of lobotomy
You get scared at the thought of me
Im a sight see,
See what happeneds when you bring the beast out of me
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Dubske
Member since February 7 2015