Daily Duppy - LowKey, GRM Daily

Daily Duppy - LowKey, GRM Daily

Год
2020
Язык
`Engelska`
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Daily Duppy

LowKey, GRM Daily

Guess who’s back when I stepped through akh

Been grinding through blurred lines, like a Neptune’s track

Bigger stuff hit 'em up, like a vexed 2Pac

Pause and download this, like a next new app

Simpletons ass kiss, think he’s an artist

The only place that you got links is your armpit

You ignorant harmers, think that your bars sick

You VS me is like tryna sprint with an R6

Your hero he can rap, like De Niro

When you rap you sound like Ben Shapiro reading WAP

Next year’s not a hotel, you’re all leaving

Cause I’ll be killing the game for Four Seasons

Not in a bally, say I’m genuine like I didn’t marry

Need gigs as big as Ally Pally, when I’m hitting manny

Don’t dilly dally silly billy, getting really pally

I’d rather keep it in house, like you’re in an alley

It’s phenomenal, spitting horrible written chronicles

They bit and borrow tunes, if I did or didn’t acknowledge you

Hidden oracle, off the head like I’m spitting follicles

It isn’t possible because you’re limited like a fossil fuel

Flex on tracks like Usain Bolt

Rip beats like Bruce Wayne’s clothes

True say I’m like the UK’s Lupe though

Like Martin get martyred for the truth they told, in new tape mode

Don’t make me switch like UK Gold

You can only make bread now if you save dough

I’m who they quote, I do they don’t

Dump Trump in the sea, watch his toupee float

I pour out my heart on the lane like playing Tottenham

Justice for the 72, we say it often

See refugees in the boats, they gave them coffins

We saw Wiley cancelled, but never Katie Hopkins

Crunch time, smash a tour, dumb guys rapping for

The Queen’s head, make you see red like a matador

Rappers might diss, wanna analyse this

Not on your wave, over your head like a satellite dish

R.I.P.

Daily Duppy D.O.A

Even though we see those pains, we obey

Even though they play tricks we will be okay

But the real matrix is when Neo wakes

I’m telling you I’m not the one, that big Morpheus

Pissed cause the historians, they’re ignoring us

The sick story is still secret, I’m victorious

They talk it but don’t walk it, like Pistorius

Astounded when I see these cowards sour

I can write rhymes, snakes and ladders

So how you gonna climb higher

Bide your time, they will feel your power when your light shines

Like TY, never got his flowers in his lifetime

Days so sick, that patience not a virtue

Think outside the box, beyond your circle

Rap like I wanna hurt you, it’s gone commercial

But rap like I wanna help you, it’s controversial

Erase your stain on the game, but not with Persil

Shower man remember your reign is not eternal

Digitally stop and search you, so stop the verbal

It’s plain they’ll remember my name as long as Churchill

Seems like speaking out is getting harmful

Even DJs with dodgy’s getting artful

They could write articles to get your heart full

They rather do is write a hit piece on Meghan Markle

I could tear up a cypher, in sandals

Rappers are destroying the art, think vandals

It’s a shamble, don’t sweat it like Prince Andrew

Me and Rap like Jada and August, entangled

Make a bad boy look like Will Smith, still pissed

Spill bits on films give you chills on the real tip

Having me spitting around you is a real risk

Because COVID-19 is now not the only illness

Love to all of those suffering, in our thoughts and prayers

Mourning since last year, should have been more prepared

Now if you’re coughing in public, it’s an awkward stare

All know it would have been different, if it was Corbyn there

Jordan air last dance, who’s laughing last

Shed a tear for all the NHS staff that passed

Economics looking shady in this aftermath

Passing hard like a marshal arts master class

Learn about their pain, better yet learn how to pronounce their names

Think you got more in common with Boris, you’re out your brain

It’s a dead cert, before they get better things will get worse

What can Boris say to the family of a dead nurse?

Labels only care about your streams and your record sales

They don’t care about your dreams and your mental health

They don’t care about these teens when they step in cells

Don’t believe the machine, just protect yourself

Talker, can’t compare to an author

Is the label able to care for your trauma?

You can change your life with a smooth manoeuvre

You can be a wounded healer or wounded wounder

These are rotten times, the bottom line is we need each other

It’s not right the songs are right for the grieving mothers

His ex don’t see the pain, just seeing the numbers

Deep the way we can betray people that love us

If you could dial up, make phone calls to heaven

Reason with ghosts, get social with legends

What would you say that you have no balls to tell them

Some of us remember, we won’t all forget them

I would tell Yasin, numerous babies were named after him

Can’t tarnish him, he was blessed with the heart of 10

3 years later, we’re having the same arguments

The real arsonists are covered up, like a garbage lid

Comparison, thief of joy, find your blessing

Time to mention TY, they try to forget him

Death’s the answer, life’s a question

Rest in power Black The Ripper, you died a legend

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