Vice Versa Lyrics – Oracle
Singer: Oracle
Title: Vice Versa
I used to be broke, but now i’m flippin’ pockets
Not from pocketpickin’, more so ‘cause i couldn’t pick a pocket
When flippin, like when you get ya laundry drippin’
I heard pac and picked em to listen to on the spot when kickin’
As a kid you probably couldn’t spot the difference
I’m flippin’ you off and dippin’
Dippin’ dots is what i call my frickin glocks
‘cause when they see the little dots they dippin’
You should see the thoughts that dip
Into my noggin when i’m jottin’ this sh#t
Before, all my songs where sh#t but
Now i’m mastered by cath
So in descriptions of each track i add jason
Seems to be the only artist that’s adjacent
So @jason, we rappin’ ‘til we can pack stagеs
Fat bass will hit you on ya #ss, you in back braces
He thought i was ill and it was vice vеrsa
Don’t think that a verse suffice
Got a grip on the craft as if we were a vice
Goin’ nuts when normally chill as if there was some ice verse us
First of eyes to see us they just died
Versatile verbs and vile verbal style versus
How you don’t revise verses
So yours looks like a barren space, just like ursa major
All the people who hear your verse sigh
This pair is me and ori, that’s who my pal is, no versailles
He thought i was ill and it was vice versa
We some sick sirs, talking iverson
No survivors of when we press a dent
In ya skull, sitting presidents
Setting precedents together, so neither one is the vice version
Vines for the wine for ya mind, why you guys slurrin’?
Climbin’ up right to highest, the rhymes perfect
Overlook your vid on the web from up where my perch is (purchase)
Merchandise, shirt with my hoodie, big eyes, ‘cause we both miles from ya
Your morale is (morales) low, so i’m certain
I’ll get the bag when you stay seated (gwen stacy) like an imax and
I’m jordan
I’m jason
Either way, add jays in
They only checkin’ the box when doin’ online surveys
I get the check on the box from a nike purchase
Check it
I get a check when i checkmark the checkups with checks up at my work, it’s
Chess and not checkers, i checkmate on checkered black and white surface
Check, i play close to my chest, and i check when it’s my turn
She checking me out, if you challenge, i check you like it’s hockey
Chicks don’t rain check on me, i’m in that cheshire cat, it’s got me
Cheesing like cheddar, ‘cause either she chuggin’ my kids, or got
Protein on her chest, that’s a chestnut, swear she a disc jockey
The way she leaving record scratches on my back
Damn, she awful bad, and she want me bad
Back on top, and yeah
I’m clapping all the cats, i can’t be bottom fragging
And you gotta have some one night stands
But i had to call her back, a tad insomniac
‘cause i’m always up draftin’ all my raps
Pack an almanac and an altas, how i’m actually on the map
Passion on a track, man, my wallet fat
Between me and you, i know that’s a lotta cap
Between you and me there’s a massive knowledge gap
See you falling back
Not sure what i’m doing here in college man
Since high school, i’ve been putting off my plans
I ain’t rushin’, no, i’m a stallin’ grad
I ain’t rushin’, i’m a stallin’ grad
Get a rush and then i stall your raps
Like combustion engines stoppin’, that’s
Because you’re just not gonna get enough air when i spark the match
You claw and gasp, it’s all too useless b#tch
Don’t think that this dude’s british
‘cause my life is full of color and i don’t really need you in it
Choose the music, kill you, isn’t it
Cool what i can just do when spittin’ tunes pulled from few writtens
The two of us are indubitably the coolest kids
And if you don’t feel this super ill, we ain’t make it for you
Haters thinkin’ they do’ve got reservations with a table for two
In my brain whenever i spit flames in the booth
Creatin’ some tunes, maybe it’s food for the brain
But don’t put your brain in my food
I’m super on pages, put that page in the soup
Flavor made to savor
So save it to your playlist so you replay it a few
I kinda meant i’m like a chef with the vowels
You don’t receive the recipe so you don’t get whole style
Never allowed to say you’re better. better yet, just get out
So put ur mouth on my head and get your damn head out my mouth
I had to head out of town, but y’all got the audacity
To call my home a small town, telling me “aww, that’s itty bitty”
I’m from oxnard, pass me the aux, actually
Same hometown as madlib, got y’all like “ah, that city”
Catch me bumping an early anderson .paak cd
With the honda packed, seating past the full capacity
He’s got an fl studio, but still records in audacity
Y’all get outplayed, all your schemes are played out
But mine get played out loud, son i don’t play ‘bout
My place, my spot is well kept, got it made how
It’s a clean sweep, no housemaid, i get laid now
So whether i’m bagging ladies layin’ down in baggy lace
Or in my bag like lays, either way i just made out
Better lay doubt aside, or get laid out
You fakes can even catch a fade as i fade out
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