Swank Sinatra Songtext
von DyMe‐a‐DuZin

Difference between me and you
You think you should have it and I deserve it
Dwelling on the past and I′m in the lab working
Never spoke to God in the hood, there's bad service
But I guess I got bars cause he sending ′em for certain
Swanky Sin, got critics questioning what lane he in
I'm just turning crowds into stadiums
Pounds, I be blazin' the haze when I listen to Waves
On the road searching for stones like Jackie and Jade

Ain′t shit fly unless I rock it
High like drop kicks in cockpits
Red Eye fly shit holding chop sticks, split cheese with monsters
Switching keys in partures, ain′t pick a decent sponsor
But bet I'll still archer, yo Dymez, I got them
Slow ride through Gotham, the villain drink black like I′m
Gothic, I be in the lab spitting topics
Mixing toxics 'til the prophet′s pockets profit
Or 'til I get boxed in


T-shirt from Polo
The rebirth of YOLO; if I′m trying to find a proto
All I got to do is yodel, steaming on the low
Got me dreaming like a mogul, the humidity is killing me
I call that the ozone, Capital Swank
Finally had the cash up in the bank, so the snakes want to
Ask me if I'm great, we laughing in your face
Cause rap was a mistake, when the entrees came

They almost had me eating steak

This hip-hop with a fly feel
You'll be dead if you lie still, it′s all about what you choose
To do, buy steal
Hoods niggas like grim reapers
They soul takers, black hoodie bone breakers
Put you to sleep, then you won′t wake up, I mean, you could go
From weight rooms to waiting rooms, be armed or curl up
When that piece to your chest, so make your move, no April Fools

I just say the truth, gonna be a vacant tomb
If you break the rules

A gift is my curse if I lift and I burst
But fuck arms, I do enough harm when I'm kicking a verse
I heard niggas went missing, where the dirt is when you surface?
What you mean I ain′t earn this? They ask for my service
Emotions in his flow caught a wave, now he surfin'

But notice these demons and serpents be lurkin′
It's urgent, still a rebel, fuck school, burn shit
Don′t ask him to pull up his pants up, it irks him


[Verse 6: Dyme-A-
Til I die of an overdose of the dopeness, I'm floating higher
Flying above the coast and just scoping and getting wiser
I am a product of this box we call pop culture
Creative pop filter bringing our collapse closer

Batman of this rap scam, they gasp over
Spit facts over these tracks, deeper than Shaq's vox
Dyme′s dope, stay on my grind cause I know
That time slow, puffing that lye smoke but time don′t

Wait, you causing quakes
When you're moving plates, illuminate, eliminate
Got me thinking that it′s the same, won't let a flow like mine
Ever slip through the drain, cause I′m fit for the game

Watch me shift through the planes, the rap monster boss
Is popping off if cops involved, shocked them all
Dropping draws/jaws, now they chakras off, eating lobster sauce
Stop it, dog, I'm above the law, led ′em on
Weapons drawn, it's the art of war

I can feel it getting closer
As Ls turn to clips, clips turn to roaches
And those turn to bowl hits, oh shit
Looks like we getting high again, that's another gram
Of fires right to my diaphragm
I blaze a dutch, then I pay the cut, you be on the wall
Posted up, trying to make a cuff, groupies on my arm
Just to prove that we swank enough
Let me see you take a puff while I break it up