Swank Sinatra
Dyme-A-Duzin Lyrics

Difference between me and you
There's a distinction between me and you

You think you should have it and I deserve it
You believe you should possess it, but I'm the one who truly merits it

Dwelling on the past and I'm in the lab working
You're stuck focusing on the past while I'm diligently working in the lab

Never spoke to God in the hood, there's bad service
In the neighborhood, communication with God is hindered due to poor service/connection

But I guess I got bars cause he sending 'em for certain
Despite the bad service, I seem to have a talent for music since God is still inspiring me

Swanky Sin, got critics questioning what lane he in
Swanky Sin, the artist, has critics unsure about which direction/style he is pursuing

I'm just turning crowds into stadiums
I have the ability to transform small crowds into large stadium-sized audiences

Pounds, I be blazin' the haze when I listen to Waves
I smoke a lot of marijuana while listening to Kanye West's album 'Waves'

On the road searching for stones like Jackie and Jade
While traveling, I'm in pursuit of valuable 'stones' similar to how Jackie and Jade searched for them

Ain't shit fly unless I rock it
Nothing is stylish or impressive unless I wear it

High like drop kicks in cockpits
I'm extremely intoxicated, like performing flying kicks in airplane cockpits

Red Eye fly shit holding chop sticks, split cheese with monsters
I'm traveling on overnight flights, consuming exotic food with chopsticks and sharing it with intimidating individuals

Switching keys in partures, ain't pick a decent sponsor
I frequently change the keys I play music in, and I haven't found a reliable sponsor

But bet I'll still archer, yo Dymez, I got them
But I guarantee I'll succeed, hey Dymez, I have the necessary skills/resources

Slow ride through Gotham, the villain drink black like I'm
I leisurely travel through Gotham City, adopting the persona of a villain, consuming dark beverages

Gothic, I be in the lab spitting topics
I often find myself in the studio rapping about various subjects in a gothic manner

Mixing toxics 'til the prophet's pockets profit
I blend harmful substances together until the prophet/rapper earns significant profits

Or 'til I get boxed in
Or until I'm trapped or confined

T-shirt from Polo
I wear a T-shirt made by the brand Polo

The rebirth of YOLO; if I'm trying to find a proto
I'm bringing back the concept of 'YOLO'; if I'm looking for a prototype

All I got to do is yodel, steaming on the low
All I have to do is sing/yodel, silently venting my anger/frustration

Got me dreaming like a mogul, the humidity is killing me
It makes me dream of becoming a successful person, but the oppressive/humid environment is overwhelming me

I call that the ozone, Capital Swank
I refer to that as the 'ozone'; I, Capital Swank, acknowledge it

Finally had the cash up in the bank, so the snakes want to
I finally deposited money in the bank, so now the deceitful individuals want to

Ask me if I'm great, we laughing in your face
Questioning my greatness? We're laughing at you directly

Cause rap was a mistake, when the entrees came
Because pursuing rap/music was an error, especially when the significant opportunities arised

They almost had me eating steak
They nearly convinced me to indulge in luxurious things

This hip-hop with a fly feel
This music genre, hip-hop, has a cool/refreshing vibe

You'll be dead if you lie still, it's all about what you choose
You won't succeed if you remain passive, it's all about the decisions you make

To do, buy steal
To do anything necessary, even if it involves illegal activities

Hoods niggas like grim reapers
Individuals from the neighborhood, like the grim reaper, bring death and destruction

They soul takers, black hoodie bone breakers
They extract souls, causing fear and harm while wearing black hoodies

Put you to sleep, then you won't wake up, I mean, you could go
They will harm you to the point of death, and once you're gone, you won't return

From weight rooms to waiting rooms, be armed or curl up
From the gym to hospitals, you should either have weapons or surrender

When that piece to your chest, so make your move, no April Fools
When a gun is pressed against your chest, it's time to act, no joking around

I just say the truth, gonna be a vacant tomb
I merely speak the truth, resulting in emptiness and silence

If you break the rules
If you violate the rules

A gift is my curse if I lift and I burst
Having a talent is both a blessing and a curse if I utilize it excessively and explosively

But fuck arms, I do enough harm when I'm kicking a verse
Physical strength is irrelevant, as I cause sufficient damage through my lyrical performances

I heard niggas went missing, where the dirt is when you surface?
I've heard rumors about individuals disappearing, wondering where their buried bodies are when they resurface

What you mean I ain't earn this? They ask for my service
What do you mean I haven't earned this? People are demanding my services

Emotions in his flow caught a wave, now he surfin'
Expressing emotions through his music, he caught a wave of success and is now riding it

But notice these demons and serpents be lurkin'
However, be aware that these evil influences and deceptive individuals are always present

It's urgent, still a rebel, fuck school, burn shit
It's crucial and pressing, I'm still a rebel, rejecting the traditional education system and causing destruction

Don't ask him to pull up his pants up, it irks him
Don't request him to raise his pants, as it annoys him

Til I die of an overdose of the dopeness, I'm floating higher
I will continue living until I'm overwhelmed by the excellence of my craft, reaching higher levels

Flying above the coast and just scoping and getting wiser
Soaring above the shoreline, observing and gaining wisdom

I am a product of this box we call pop culture
I am a result of the confinement within this cultural phenomenon we label as pop culture

Creative pop filter bringing our collapse closer
My innovative filtering of pop culture accelerates our impending downfall

Batman of this rap scam, they gasp over
I am the Batman of this fraudulent rap industry, causing astonishment and awe

Spit facts over these tracks, deeper than Shaq's vox
I speak the truth over these instrumentals, diving deeper than Shaquille O'Neal's voice

Dyme's dope, stay on my grind cause I know
Dyme is excellent/cool, I remain dedicated and focused on my goals because I'm aware

That time slow, puffing that lye smoke but time don't
Although time seems to pass slowly while smoking marijuana, it never truly slows down

Wait, you causing quakes
Hold on, you're causing major disruptions

When you're moving plates, illuminate, eliminate
When you're involved in illegal activities, shedding light and eliminating potential threats

Got me thinking that it's the same, won't let a flow like mine
It makes me believe the situation is identical, I won't allow a flow like mine

Ever slip through the drain, cause I'm fit for the game
To never let my flow be overlooked or disregarded, because I'm suitable for the rap industry

Watch me shift through the planes, the rap monster boss
Observe my movement through different levels/planes, I am the dominant monster in the rap game

Is popping off if cops involved, shocked them all
I'm causing a commotion if the police get involved, surprising everyone

Dropping draws/jaws, now they chakras off, eating lobster sauce
I'm causing people's jaws to drop, leaving them speechless, and enjoying luxurious meals

Stop it, dog, I'm above the law, led 'em on
Enough of it, my friend, I operate beyond legal restrictions, misleading individuals

Weapons drawn, it's the art of war
Drawing weapons, it's the strategic tactics employed during a war

I can feel it getting closer
I can sense it approaching nearer

As Ls turn to clips, clips turn to roaches
As losses/defeats transform into bullets/magazines, and bullets/magazines become smoked joints

And those turn to bowl hits, oh shit
And those smoked joints change into inhaling from a bowl, oh my

Looks like we getting high again, that's another gram
It appears we're getting intoxicated once more, consuming another gram of marijuana

Of fires right to my diaphragm
Igniting flames directly towards my diaphragm, intensifying the experience

I blaze a dutch, then I pay the cut, you be on the wall
I smoke a dutch (cigar), then I contribute a share of the payment, while you remain on the sidelines

Posted up, trying to make a cuff, groupies on my arm
Standing around, attempting to find a romantic partner, while attracting adoring fans

Just to prove that we swank enough
Merely to demonstrate that we possess enough style and sophistication

Let me see you take a puff while I break it up
Allow me to witness you inhale from the joint while I prepare it