Melodica
If you don't know
Go ahead and ask about him
VoltaireSlapadelic getting
Higher than a mountain
Driving hella fast you might
Think I'm Captain Falcon
Drop an EP or three
And then I drop an album
Studio chef no calories are counted
Each beat from me is at
Least three thousand
I don't tone it down
See me sing louder
You can guess who V
Scene Pete Townsend
Please believe me V
Can't be doubted
Slap got the talent for shouting
He touts it
Sleeping on my sound now
Creeping on my SoundCloud
All you hear is Slap
All around you like surround sound
I can't leave the crowd until they're letting all
Their wows out
Rollin up a pound now 580 heading downtown
Fucked around and found out
Life is but a game and
Eventually you foul out
Showing up late even
Later than tomorrow is
Clothes say hey you got a dollar
Can I borrow it
No I'm not broke I just don't got
Any cash I
Need something that rolls
Into a tube like super fast
You're gonna get it right back
That's a promise and a pact
Signed by Voltaire
So you know it's a fact
Beat by Voltaire
So you know it's a slap
And I don't give a shat
You don't agree or think it's wack
What I write comes at you fast
Leave the beat up in a bag
Craft a masterpiece
From a single piece of trash
Who amongst you can
Stop me answer that
Life is throwing fastballs
Watch me hit them back y'all
Don't ever see what matters
I don't even try to match socks
Fill my lungs with cash crop
Lit much like a matchbox
Watching all these fools go down
Like a bad stock
Go ahead and ask about him
VoltaireSlapadelic getting
Higher than a mountain
Driving hella fast you might
Think I'm Captain Falcon
Drop an EP or three
And then I drop an album
Studio chef no calories are counted
Each beat from me is at
Least three thousand
I don't tone it down
See me sing louder
You can guess who V
Scene Pete Townsend
Please believe me V
Can't be doubted
Slap got the talent for shouting
He touts it
Sleeping on my sound now
Creeping on my SoundCloud
All you hear is Slap
All around you like surround sound
I can't leave the crowd until they're letting all
Their wows out
Rollin up a pound now 580 heading downtown
Fucked around and found out
Life is but a game and
Eventually you foul out
Showing up late even
Later than tomorrow is
Clothes say hey you got a dollar
Can I borrow it
No I'm not broke I just don't got
Any cash I
Need something that rolls
Into a tube like super fast
You're gonna get it right back
That's a promise and a pact
Signed by Voltaire
So you know it's a fact
Beat by Voltaire
So you know it's a slap
And I don't give a shat
You don't agree or think it's wack
What I write comes at you fast
Leave the beat up in a bag
Craft a masterpiece
From a single piece of trash
Who amongst you can
Stop me answer that
Life is throwing fastballs
Watch me hit them back y'all
Don't ever see what matters
I don't even try to match socks
Fill my lungs with cash crop
Lit much like a matchbox
Watching all these fools go down
Like a bad stock
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Writer(s): Austin Kangieser
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