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(Verse 1: Vadell)
Divine shine, back to impress with the best flow
But lemme make it clear that this ain’t no manifesto
Or a pitiful plea, it’s just me on the remix
Got no time being a incel “nice guy” extremist
Last time, I went on about my dating woes
And all the times Yangsta was acting like a *cough*
Blocking more shots than Mutumbo, then giving me the finger
Wasn’t really trying, yet the bitterness still kinda lingers
I figured it was just cuz of the game I was lacking
But hate and fraud syndrome is what really got me trapped, man
And so lately, I’ve been trying to better myself
Getting back in shape, and working on my mental health
But I’m still a Squirtle in a sea of Charizards
So why catch someone basic when you can catch a star?
But that’s how I’m seen, and there’s no one to blame
But me, cuz I still got no game, know what I’m saying?
(Hook: Vadell & Yangsta)
No game (No game!)
No game (None!)
They say "Yo, Vadell, man, you're such a shame with no game!" (Ha!)
(No game!)
No game (None!)
They say "Yo Vadell, man you're way too lame with no game!" (x2)
(Verse 2: Yangsta)
My bad, bro, I did again
She callin' me "bae", and said you're just a friend
It wasn't my intention to take all the honeys
I'm just naturally funny, and got a little money
But truth be told, I got mixed emotions
I'm too outta control, taking all the fish in the ocean
I don't mean to run interference, my mistake
But these girls peep game, they got good taste
(Verse 3: Vadell)
Man, get out my face! You always flexin'
Stealing other guys' girls so you can get some sex, and
Always tryin' to rap, and flauntin' stacks
But tell me when's the last time you put out a hot rap?
And "naturally funny?" You're the joke, Yangsta!
Last I heard, your biggest fan dissed you for another man
You claim it's unintentional, but your mind's one dimensional
Look for a single girl, man, be sensible!
You're supposed to be my bro, but you're acting like a ho
Steady tryna be a freak, but you ain't JoJo
We're supposed to be a team tryin to gain some fame
But instead, you take advantage, cuz I got no game
(Hook)
(Scratches: LEX)
Peep Game!
(Verse 4: LEX)
Peep Game, suckers
Make way for the ugly duckling
Came up struggling with self esteem
Now can’t no one touch me for nothing
With all the bluffing and stunting I had to do
I’m glad there’s truth, in the fake it till you make it attitude
True, I do acknowledge the awfully common platitude
to confidently amplify all my positive attributes
in absence of the competence, knowledge or proper aptitude
Some may call it dishonest, well I just call it an act, my dude
‘Cause all the world’s a stage, all the people merely rappers too
We all have alter egos, there’s no need to deal in absolutes
Fronting, and acting tough is just what we have to do
So I’m strutting, while walking up Lexington Avenue
on a Saturday afternoon cause believe me the way you act
can impact what’s on the inside, it’s as simple as that
And perhaps, one day the fact and facade will be the same
That’s the day that you can tell the whole squad to peep your game, yeah!
(Hook til fade)
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Vadell & Chidow, back again
And this time, we're gonna do it a little differently
Kick it
(chorus)
Didn't like, didn't like, didn't like the colour orange (x4)
(Verse 1)
Didn't like the colour orange as it creeped through the skyline
Six in the morn, the crack of dawn, Still writing rhymes
In the studio, as the sun creeps across my desk
Ripping pages out my scribbler cuz I'm all vexed
Phone's blowing up, but I got it stuck on mute
Cuz I got no more time for a waste yute
Spent five years trying to get my life on track
But you're still on my sacroiliac, trying to get back in my life
Why you acting so trife? Tryin to flip the script when I'm still writing the book
You walking crooked lines, biting rhymes and styles
Trying to get juice by vandalizing Wikipedia profiles
Why you acting like a child?
You blow up my socials, trying to get my attention
Sliding in my DMs, profiles and mentions
Going on half a decade, and you still trying to fade me
Now I'm thinking back to when you tried to play me
And lately, I wonder why you're still at my throat
You need to Float On, and Set Adrift on Memory Bliss
Cuz I got no time for ya games, little miss
And I don't mean to diss, but this is pure clownery
Cuz I've moved on, yet you're still hounding me
I don't mean to break hearts, but what you did forced me to depart
And I'd be lying if I said there was no good times
But you had nothing but distrust for the Divine Shine
Accused me of cheating, scheming, and lying
So I had to bounce, cuz you was straight up wildin'
It was music night, but the lights was too good to be true
So I won't bust my camera up trying to find you, cuz I...
(Chorus)
(Verse 2)
I used to like orange as it shined on the floor at Midnight
Then it took a different shade when I saw you in the spotlight
Love at first sight? Wasn't sure, but I liked your style
Had to ask if you'd wanna kick it for a while
And we did, got to know each other, found common interests
Kicked freestyles to see who was the best
Soon we found amour, and became lovers
Always loved it when you called me a sexy mother... (laughs) well, uh
It was good for a minute, then I gradually saw the signs
Tried to cut off my friends, and control my rhymes
Taking show money, even though you weren't on the bill
And don't forget about my friend that you threatened to kill
You was trippin, and if I objected, you wouldn't listen
And when I finally chose to leave, you started dissin
Not just me, but the whole damn city, what a pity
Who knew orange would cause such frigging stress
What a damn mess
(Chorus)
(Verse 3)
Was I a perfect lover? Hell no, I had many flaws
egotistic, slobbish, ain't got the room to list it all
Far from husband material, heh, no doubt
But one thing I'd never do is take food out ya mouth
Like you tried to do with me
I see you still jocking with new accounts, and I keep blocking
It's shocking how you kept this up for five years straight
In Ottawa talking ish, gimmie a break, ya snake
So here's the Vizine, encoded in my rhyme scheme
lighting up ya vision like Toyota high beams
So you'll see and observe that Vadell ain't the same herb
And the baggage you caused is staying out on the curb
Now it's 7 AM, and the orange is gone
I scribble down my lyrics as I finish this song
It ain't my style to punch down, but you going too far
Living rich, but you broke, acting like you a star
So why you fronting, tryin' to stunt on the Maestro
Ain't nothing to gain by putting on a show
Call me misogynistic, but I never called you out your name
And if I gotta be honest, it's a damn shame
That you wanna run this game, I didn't wanna do another track
But you gave me no choice but to push back
It was music night, but the light was too good to be true
So I won't bust my camera up trying to find you, cuz I...
(Chorus out)
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The Sure Shot
04:20
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(Hook)
Yo, Vadell’s like Gang Starr, you know he’s the sure shot
(Yo, I never was a player, I just like to love a lot)
Yo, Vadell’s like Gang Starr, you know he’s the sure shot
(And it’s like that, you know I never come wack)
Yo, Vadell’s like Gang Starr, you know he’s the sure shot
(Yo, I never was a player, I just like to love a lot)
Yo, Vadell’s like Gang Starr, you know he’s the sure shot
(I got more to offer, baby, kick them herbs to the curb)
(Verse 1)
It’s the Carmel Boy Wonder, here to satisfy your hunger
A brother who got more game than those boys who blunder
Forget about dem waste yutes, and wannabe Don Juans
It’s the Maestro with the pyro flow, so wah gwan?
Never was a player, but I ain’t here to crush
All these dudes jocking you got on their minds is lust
Yeah, I know you heard the song, “‘Dell you’re such a shame!”
But I can treat you better than the rest of these lames
Frontin' with fancy airs, but they’re broker than Ric Flair
Breakin’ themselves tryin’ to look debonair
Listen here, loose rap is for kids, and I’m a pro
And all these wannabe macks are just a step above a gigolo
So, let’s take it slow, have a date over Nintendo
Or maybe Sega? And if you ain’t with it, I won’t beg ya
Word to Heavy D, I want somebody for me
And if we click, maybe we can see if it’s meant to be
You see, I’m just Luigi, looking for his Daisy
A girl who knows what she wants, and won’t try to play me
And in return, I’ll give ya anything you ask
I ain’t out to smash and dash, I want something that’ll last
I ain’t playing no games unless it’s PlayStation
Only chasing I’ll do is on Crash Team Racing
The mack life is trife, it’s never been my style
So if you swing my way, I’ll make it worth your while, so come on
(Hook)
(Verse 2)
Let’s take it slow, rushing only leads to disaster
How about some karaoke with the musical master?
Maybe after, we can wine and dine at the Vibes
Learn about each other’s lives, see if we connect, and if not, I’ll jet
There’s no pressure, and I ain’t just tryin to sex ya
But I’m number one, baby, no need for someone lesser
My name ain’t Makaveli, girl, I don’t get around
The only thing I do is bump this new jack sound
Heh, I’m used to getting passed by on the daily
So if you ain’t feeling my vibe, it won’t phase me
Not to sound heartless, but it’s just how it goes
But I’ll keep shooting my shot with my wicked dope flows
So if you want a chance at real love, then get at me
Don’t waste your time with them lames, girl, they’re all tacky
Pick the man who’ll make you happy, you know I’m superb
Stop settling for less, and kick the herbs to the curb, come on
(Hook)
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Vadell Gabriel Halifax, Nova Scotia
Hailing from Halifax, Nova Scotia, I'm likely the only New Jack Swing artist you'll find here in the Great North.
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