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LADIPOE

Double Homicide

 

Double Homicide

(album: T.A.P (Talk About Poe) - 2018)


Is this about to be another double homicide?
Everything you think is dope, nigga, I personify
Yeah, I personify, eating rappers all the time
You know mo ti je un tan when I leave my fork inside

Baby, I don't have the time, we cannot afford to fight
I'll be going in till I throw it at 45
Okay, lemme show you, you should come around in 45
Meet me at the level where the others haven't qualified

I don't have to quantify the rappers that I nullify
It's easy being dope when the rest of them are borderline
Man, I really love it when they talk about Poe
But I know it's all pride and I really have to swallow mine

See this girl? You gon' really have to swallow mine
If you gon' do it, baby, do it with an open mind
Bad enough you putting in the work like it's overtime
Sending pictures to his phone, so why the hell you calling mine?

Man, there you go again, POE, always hogging all the shine
This dude stays, getting all the dimes
Bet you these glorified hype men listening were mortified
By how this beat was getting sodomized

Yet while they loligag
Barely scratching the surface like body rash
Doing their latest musical versions of a Ponzi scam
In comes Ghost the polymath to put the beat in a body bag
With bars known to arrest the cardiac

Respect, my nigga, that's all we ask
Not to be slept on like a vampire who's an insomniac
Hate to brag, but any kid who's got out autograph
Should feel honored, 'cause it's gonna become an artifact

Word to Rélé, this is the art of rap
Attempting to Dbrown dunk is the closest I'll get to tryna dab
Since it's TAP season, POE, you can put this on the tab
Though it's homegrown niggas, think it's an imported draft

Oh lord, I'm hot as a blowtorch
It's like I'm chilling on Mars and I sent a postcard
And the flows so vivid, it could be in folklore
But most wouldn't get the picture, even if they posed for it
See, I got that work, but really, it's no chore
Slipping these niggas the middle finger to choke on
Double homicide, homie, yeah, this is the post mortem
Logging off, narco, GHOST man, the dope boy
Iyama...

Is this about to be another double homicide?

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