Some of Them

[Verse 1 - Dabbla]

It’s
Mr get high
Mr stay high
Mr bust it up, been doing this since yay high
Mr what?
Mr shut up with your gay rhymes
Mr might cut you up sharper than a steak knife
Mr wait, mic shitting on these fake guys
Fuck the grape vine
Mr brighter than the daytime
Mr take the piss, pissed out my face in the late night
Talking to the pigs, walking in a straight line
Mr take my
Mr owe you nuttin’
Mr Dabbla, turn up at your show cause I know your fronting
Mr quick to lick you with the flow, let me show you something
I’ll have you rushing, tens to the dozen
I ain’t even bluffing
You should call me Mr push the button
The way I’m cussing and I’m busting it like
Fuck the repercussions
Mr beat you with the mic your clutching
Till the blood starts gushing
Might as well just call me Mr can’t touch him
Or Mr I was only joking
Must have been the super silver diesel haze I was smoking
Well I’m poking round the depths of your mind
To keep it open
Murdering the rhythm with these words unspoken
Quote ‘em
Spilling sharks blood in the ocean
Yeah I need to smoke weed to appreciate the toking
Like I don’t wanna hear your freestyles if you wrote them
Most of these MCs sound like records that are broken
Guess this is what my old man carried in his scrotum
Blatant
Mr I ain’t got the patience
Mr full of flavour, been doing this for ages
I used to be a raver, now I’m Mr get the papers
Mr leave with no trace and no vapour
Mr double scotch whiskey, no chaser
Mr couldn’t give a turd whether it’s my turn or not
In other words just call me Mr don’t cater

[Hook - Dabbla]
Some of them run, some of them walk
Nuff of them come, nuff of them go
Nuff of them a lie saying they ain’t about to dough
Some are silly thinking that they’ll ever be a pro
Some of them grind, nuff of them don’t
Nuff of them rhyme, they ain’t got flow
Some of them alive and bring vibe to the show
L-O-N-D-O-N
Z double O

[Verse 2 - Dabbla]

This ain’t a wind up
I don’t give you time to make your mind up
BLAM
Fling your straight in your boat
Sing a lullaby before I send you facing the road
This is what the Yanks call ‘dope’
Before the English broke, an MC started giving me joke
Shit will hit you like a rolled up note
Overdose and the adrenaline effects are worse than Ketamine
Or methamphetamines
It goes way beyond modern medicine
Oi
We get straight to the point like
Boy
You boys ain’t fucking with the lyrical
I bust a little something, have you stuck in the subliminal
Not the most religious man alive but I’m spiritual
One decision you can make, label you a criminal
But I ain’t even trying to get political
Forget what you wanna hear
Don’t it sting like gonorrhoea?
Bring it hard core
Like what the fuck is garn on in here?
You don’t want to interfere with fear
Step into the set, unprotected get fucked in the ear
It’s Dabbla
Grab the pen you’re writing with, stab you in the eardrum
And make your mother wonder why she had you
While I’m badgering the witness
That must have been some good crack you had to ever think that you could fuck with this
So next time you see I on the mic
Must be doing something right
So go and mind your own business

[Hook - Dabbla]
Some of them run, some of them walk
Nuff of them come, nuff of them go
Nuff of them a lie saying they ain’t about to dough
Some are silly thinking that they’ll ever be a pro
Some of them grind, nuff of them don’t
Nuff of them rhyme, they ain’t got flow
Some of them alive and bring vibe to the show
L-O-N-D-O-N
Z double O