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Swank Sinatra
Dyme-A-Duzin Lyrics


[Verse 1: 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

[Verse 2: Joey Bada$$]
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

[Verse 3: Capital STEEZ]
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

[Verse 4: CJ Fly]
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

[Verse 5: Joey Bada$$]
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-Duzin]
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

[Verse 7: CJ Fly]
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

[Verse 8: Capital STEEZ]
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

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[Verse 1: 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 [Verse 2: Joey Bada$$]
Ain't sh** fly unless I rock it
High like drop kicks in cockpits
Red Eye fly sh** 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 [Verse 3: Capital STEEZ]
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 k**ing 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 [Verse 4: CJ Fly]
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 n***as 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 [Verse 5: Joey Bada$$]
A gift is my curse if I lift and I burst
But f** arms, I do enough harm when I'm kicking a verse
I heard n***as 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, f** school, burn sh**
Don't ask him to pull up his pants up, it irks him [Verse 6: Dyme-A-Duzin]
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 [Verse 7: CJ Fly]
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 [Verse 8: Capital STEEZ]
I can feel it getting closer
As Ls turn to clips, clips turn to roaches
And those turn to bowl hits, oh sh**
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



Alyssa Kozloski

Apparently Capital STEEZ was into Alchemy(meaning FROM EGYPT), which is the greeks version of kemet (ancient egypt) spirituality.
sidenote: alchemy is what created chemistry, yes blacks are the first people to be involved in chemistry.
Alchemy is about turning base metals into gold, which was greeks way of passing on spirituality back then because they would be killed if the christians knew they where practicing spirituality.
Alchemy actually is about turning your spirit into gold, aka living forever through being a spirit, in some cultures depicted as the golden buddha
here is an chart you would get if you where a alchemist back in greek times
In the book "Alchemist Keys to Masonic Rituals" it mentions something about a "Perfect Elixir"
"The 47th problem of Euclid, as credited to Pythagoras, was also a
significant symbol to alchemists. This is because alchemists believed
that it revealed the correct proportions of salt, sulphur, and mercury
that needed to go into making the perfect elixir."
Salt = Body
Sulphur = Soul
Mercury = Spirit
remember we're speaking in codes, freemasons and alchemist both speak in codes that are very similar because freemason is just another form of alchemy, its called masonic alchemy.
Capital STEEZ called 47 "the perfect number" as he was relating to this
"The 47th Problem of Euclid, also known as the 47th Proposition of Euclid...or the Pythagorean Theorem teaches each of us to not only be general lovers of the arts and sciences, but to stand in awe of the God-given knowledge with which you can take a piece of string and 4 sticks...and be able to find your way home!...from anywhere on Earth, on the Sea or in the Heavens.
The 47th Problem of Euclid represents such a perfect symbol of Freemasonry...encompassing both art and science, that the simple knowledge of it demands a breathtaking awe to which we may only bow our heads in reverence at the perfection, the universality and the infinite wisdom of that which has been given to us by God." - Masonic Ledge website explaining why 47 is perfect.
We can gather from this that Capital STEEZ believed in the spiritual realm. He was holding a bible when he died, the bible is a KEY for people who study Alchemy, as they believe the bible is in code for spirituality of turning your spirit into gold.
"The medieval alchemists also believed that Jesus was an alchemist,
as what is usually translated as "carpenter'' in English, really comes
from the more correct Greek translation (tekton) meaning "Master
Craftsman"- which in Greek was a metallurgist and not a carpenter"
Master Craftsman is someone who has mastered alchemy, masonic alchemist joke around and call themselves carpenters.
And this is the meaning of 47 on top of what he followed, he was into the spiritual realm !



brocowsci

My man steez!
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



All comments from YouTube:

Zico Tops

But fuck arms I do enough harm when I'm kicking a verse

STEELO

47 likes

Lilbrezzy554

he had so much lyrical power in this fucking song bro

Zico Tops

Let's get this to 1 million

Nessa Flom

we made it 🥺🤍

James Donkey

No

Goody

Almost 2 mil now

Jackson Koster

Mission accomplished

Ariel Gonzalez

It did. Hopefully, it can jump to 2 million views.

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Ben Black

i wont lie, steez killed joey on every track that they were both on.. joey is ill but steezes verses were always better

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