Dab Dopolis

Intro:

- Your Majesty, God once saved me from a lion, he will save us from this felicity
What fuckin' era is this, man? I'mma bomb and shit, (?) that, bro, I'mma neeed that
- Very well, you may bite him if you wish
Yeah, bro, die original (Right, uh)

Verse 1:

Yo, ayo, bars are, Cocaine Kumar
Face like Jafar, behavior bizarre
I knew a witch poser with chest scars (Word)
Who cut up lines with Tarot cards
And used a pinky talon to split cigars
That's probably something I already said
Feel like I'm already dead (Man)
Woke up like these herds already lead
Word, I'm a legend I guess but the dabs don't get me fed
In my head I cliqued up with some sketchy friends
No small wave, I'm a surfer's dream (Word up)
Dark energy surgeon mean
At the market high like I just recovered from surgery (Woah)
I make the jaded fans again (Woosh)
Shotguns to paint buckets in front of canvases
Veg grapes to fan by nymphs
Island guttocks is handin' gifts
Mad prints if I'm far off lands, skin smell like bergamont mandarin
Sociopaths dance, marry to this
I murder a suburban family then, do the Jerry Lewis

Interlude:

- The first three expeditions left Earth in a mushroom of flame, out through the atmosphere and finally dwindled to tiny specks in the big eye of Mount Palomar Telescope, and then were lost to (?)

Verse 2:

Yeah, (?) myself, yo, yo, up all night, choppin' tracks, violin
The sky shaded of violet tint (Wow)
Watchin' the school of co-sign pilotfish
Sit inside and sign a letter, Anti Your Bars
High as ever (woah), roll thick logs like Psi Omega
Every good artist is vain (ahem), clears his throat
Every narcissist thinks they're the shit, until the mirror's broke (Word)
It's facts factual, and a factor (Facts)
There's more rappers that aren't fans more than there are fans of rappers
I'm not a gangster or a clapper (Nah)
I'm a anarchist, not a hacker
I'm the whole entire cast of Slackers
Evolve evolution, invoke crown
Everybody I ever looked up to in rap, I will smoke now
Wow now, wow, wow, wow, reached out, bruh