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Gelignite

by Vanity Project

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Its the dab hand at rap slang who’s back man With a backpack of fat caps and racked cans To blam tracks with buntlack vernacular Kats brand me Lazarus this kids miraculous. when I serve these breaks, My verbal spray dismantles camels vertebrae from birth to inertia and dirty grave I'll stay a wordplay pervert most certain-lay I don’t choose to I ooze this smooth shit, A few diss, trying to skew my mood is useless. Come salute this ruthless debut kid, Who spits with brutal nuke tipped acuteness. I’m the tooth chipped truth, who disputes it? Ain’t strayed, stayed rude, no excuses!!!! deep-rooted in this music, truth is... I’m live Dynamite, other dudes are loose bricks. It’s the Rainbow and Aubergine flow-machine, roast the scene when I boast these showboat 16’s, Afloat in a corrosive dose of dopamine, Homie I’m no joke, no jocose - I’m dope I mean. Sicker than Skripal’s lip dribble, I scribble lyrical scripts to BLAOW - despicable dip shits a little. You want bomb tracks, I’m a devout missile And ima stay down like greyhounds when they chow gristle. I ain't your typical, kill track individual Still stacked with skills to chill backs and flip a fool. Stun ‘em with Rodney Mullen runs and every trick I pull Hyper diligent, hyper-critical, hyper rhythmical. we’ll arrive on a red sky horizon, these wise guys are flyer than Spitfires and Bi-wings and that blinding lights’ your mind igniting, it might sting, I’m Dynamite with a mic, gelignite king.
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Its the dab hand at rap slang who’s back man With a backpack of fat caps and racked cans To blam tracks with buntlack vernacular Kats brand me Lazarus this kids miraculous. when I serve these breaks, My verbal spray dismantles camels vertebrae from birth to inertia and dirty grave I'll stay a wordplay pervert most certain-lay I don’t choose to I ooze this smooth shit, A few diss, trying to skew my mood is useless. Come salute this ruthless debut kid, Who spits with brutal nuke tipped acuteness. I’m the tooth chipped truth, who disputes it? Ain’t strayed, stayed rude, no excuses!!!! deep-rooted in this music, truth is... I’m live Dynamite, other dudes are loose bricks. It’s the Rainbow and Aubergine flow-machine, roast the scene when I boast these showboat 16’s, Afloat in a corrosive dose of dopamine, Homie I’m no joke, no jocose - I’m dope I mean. Sicker than Skripal’s lip dribble, I scribble lyrical scripts to BLAOW - despicable dip shits a little. You want bomb tracks, I’m a devout missile And ima stay down like greyhounds when they chow gristle. I ain't your typical, kill track individual Still stacked with skills to chill backs and flip a fool. Stun ‘em with Rodney Mullen runs and every trick I pull Hyper diligent, hyper-critical, hyper rhythmical. we’ll arrive on a red sky horizon, these wise guys are flyer than Spitfires and Bi-wings and that blinding lights’ your mind igniting, it might sting, I’m Dynamite with a mic, gelignite king.
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Its the dab hand at rap slang who’s back man With a backpack of fat caps and racked cans To blam tracks with buntlack vernacular Kats brand me Lazarus this kids miraculous. when I serve these breaks, My verbal spray dismantles camels vertebrae from birth to inertia and dirty grave I'll stay a wordplay pervert most certain-lay I don’t choose to I ooze this smooth shit, A few diss, trying to skew my mood is useless. Come salute this ruthless debut kid, Who spits with brutal nuke tipped acuteness. I’m the tooth chipped truth, who disputes it? Ain’t strayed, stayed rude, no excuses!!!! deep-rooted in this music, truth is... I’m live Dynamite, other dudes are loose bricks. It’s the Rainbow and Aubergine flow-machine, roast the scene when I boast these showboat 16’s, Afloat in a corrosive dose of dopamine, Homie I’m no joke, no jocose - I’m dope I mean. Sicker than Skripal’s lip dribble, I scribble lyrical scripts to BLAOW - despicable dip shits a little. You want bomb tracks, I’m a devout missile And ima stay down like greyhounds when they chow gristle. I ain't your typical, kill track individual Still stacked with skills to chill backs and flip a fool. Stun ‘em with Rodney Mullen runs and every trick I pull Hyper diligent, hyper-critical, hyper rhythmical. we’ll arrive on a red sky horizon, these wise guys are flyer than Spitfires and Bi-wings and that blinding lights’ your mind igniting, it might sting, I’m Dynamite with a mic, gelignite king.
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Its the dab hand at rap slang who’s back man With a backpack of fat caps and racked cans To blam tracks with buntlack vernacular Kats brand me Lazarus this kids miraculous. when I serve these breaks, My verbal spray dismantles camels vertebrae from birth to inertia and dirty grave I'll stay a wordplay pervert most certain-lay I don’t choose to I ooze this smooth shit, A few diss, trying to skew my mood is useless. Come salute this ruthless debut kid, Who spits with brutal nuke tipped acuteness. I’m the tooth chipped truth, who disputes it? Ain’t strayed, stayed rude, no excuses!!!! deep-rooted in this music, truth is... I’m live Dynamite, other dudes are loose bricks. It’s the Rainbow and Aubergine flow-machine, roast the scene when I boast these showboat 16’s, Afloat in a corrosive dose of dopamine, Homie I’m no joke, no jocose - I’m dope I mean. Sicker than Skripal’s lip dribble, I scribble lyrical scripts to BLAOW - despicable dip shits a little. You want bomb tracks, I’m a devout missile And ima stay down like greyhounds when they chow gristle. I ain't your typical, kill track individual Still stacked with skills to chill backs and flip a fool. Stun ‘em with Rodney Mullen runs and every trick I pull Hyper diligent, hyper-critical, hyper rhythmical. we’ll arrive on a red sky horizon, these wise guys are flyer than Spitfires and Bi-wings and that blinding lights’ your mind igniting, it might sting, I’m Dynamite with a mic, gelignite king.
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The debut 7" from the Vanity Project.

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released March 27, 2019

Lyrics by Debut75, Beats by Crespo, Cuts by Krash Slaughter. Mixed and Mastered By Paul Win Audio.

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