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The New Balance (Live from the DMV) feat. DJ RBI

from Dirty Sneakers [EP] by T.Lucas & Substantial

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DMV (DC, Maryland, Virginia) area MC and eight time Champ of WPGC 95.5's Mic Fight, T.Lucas lyrically spars with fellow DMV, Lofi Hip-Hop veteran, Substantial on the new single, "The New Balance (Live from the DMV)." The duo trade bars over a track self produced by Sub reminiscent of Golden Era 90s Boom Bap with masterful cuts by DJ RBI as the cherry on top. Lyricism, or a return to lyricism, is the new balance.

This is the debut single from T.Lucas and Substantial's collaboration EP, entitled Dirty Sneakers due to release in late Spring. The EP is five tracks produced by Substantial with verses by T.Lucas including features by DJ RBI, JDA and soul vocalist, Stephanie Gayle.

lyrics

Substantial V1
When I’m near this mic here incite fear
Time to depart the moment I arrive here
Some took a stab their now slabs on my spear
Unworthy of the throne they couldn’t handle my high chair
Spit a dart that zips pass the right ear
That’s fair warning, I’ll never fight fair for my share
I’m everclear competitors... light beer
I’m everywhere, God said let it be light there
Follow orders, I’m hoppin borders across the water
I’m the sorta performer to kill out on the corner
Or the festival stage. Don't engage. It’s slaughter
Cypher’s my arcade, I’ll leave the game out of order
On my daughters, DDT’em before I tag you in
Not a rap god or devil, bruh just a rap mutant
You’re Rasputin, I’m raps Newton... Sir Isaac
On the shoulders of giants looking past the horizon
Back off this black author, smack talker
This dope faded more people than a black barber
All you know is the beat professional jack-offers
I'm never known for entertaining a wack offer
I dotter, T crosser. Heat sourcer
Searching for bigger fish to fry, I eat orca
New classic in the works get your pre-orders
‘Cause a change gonna come like I skeet quarters
How’s that for a money shot, get a napkin
I’ll quit when the money stop, still rapping
Arctic when the block’s hot I’m cool as Aspen
Hock spit if the music knock boom bappin
Back when the shit wasn't cool to do
Lunchroom spazzing, we looked like somes fool to you
Happen to slew a crew or two
Now a couple passport stamps later dummy the fool is who?!

HOOK

T.Lucas V2
The way I’m flipping these words is so perpendicular
First I just rip em you can just tell I am a verbal Hitler
See every single shot Im bursting I’m killing the listener
Reverse a simple church goer turn em to Harry Krishna‘s
When I pause there ain’t no intermission no flaws when I’m finish spitting
No condoms go raw in the summon sisters
I’m missing a few screws loose and about to twist em
Go in the lab and hang up a sign that says no visitors
I’m on another plane of existence where you wish you was
In a different dimension where I’m holding lyrical prisoners
Tied with extension cords when I plug it, it will sizzle ya
Unoriginal manuscriptures I rip and get rid of ya
Use the same flame that’s in the Hades to light my Swishers up
Same flame I use to torch you and light the Olympics up
None of my predecessors even interest us were inches from
Burning up all the bridges and missing your militia
This is an intervention of sliding their wrists with suicidal intentions
Into much valium prescriptions
I am on a mission, computer virus to all you widgets
Séancein‘ with witches in rooms painted with hieroglyphics let me just switch it
Three point shots without the assistance
I’m gifted the same reason the Grinch is pissed at Christmas
I had a baby with Chrystal, shit didn’t go the distance
Risking it all hoping this shit just falls in position
Like a meteor from space that hits in the wrong place
Displacing water in places that basically raise the rivers up
Give it up I’m cutting their faces like Edward scissors
Then turn them around to look at disgracefulness in the mirrors
Like ten Dr. Kevorkian’s mix with some Jack the Rippers
And seven serial killers eating Hannibal dinners
Understand there was a storm now I’m planning a blizzard
With a smidgen of JAY-Z mixed with a WuTang and RZA
This is exquisite I’m carving out my name and inscripting it on the mic
To leave the game as the best that ever did it say what

HOOK

credits

from Dirty Sneakers [EP], released May 22, 2020
Written by S.Robinson, T.Lucas
Produced by Substantial
Cuts by DJ RBI

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T.Lucas| Rap Philosopher Capitol Heights, Maryland

Leader of the "Lucid Ones".
....chase your dreams but stay woke.

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