Evolution is a natural part of life, not only has my logo evolved over time, but so has my lyricism and of course I myself have evolved as well!
So in this project, I want to showcase some of my evolution by both revisiting classics from the past an...
Yo spitting lyrics faster than a gun sprays, they're hotter than the sun's rays, parents can't handle the issues that their son's raise, models still sitting on that runway, waiting for their Superman to swoop them away someday. A Rap God never rests, not even on a Sunday, the weekend was good, but releasing this is the cherry on top of this Spitfire Sundae
I upkeep my lyrics with gunpowder like the bouncing bombs that the bombers skim, yeah master of the word play and homonyms, when he's doing his thing, you better go ahead and honour him
Lyrics so fly, they gave me the VC & Bar, career on an upward trajectory, I'm elevating so far, they call me a satellite because I'm up there with the stars
I'm still the radioactive beast with the glowing glands, People say the flowing's bland, but they all just want to be throwing hands, my lyrics take flight like the Boeing brand
Known to leave a stewardess a skewered mess, when I get done with her, she's gonna need a bluer dress
Nobody can catch me and my aerial manoeuvres, my lyrical masterpieces are the main exhibit of my proverbial Le Louver
Highflying lyricist who always spits fire, looking at the future of the industry, I would say that shit's dire
Navy hater, aviation, spitting bars hotter than radiators, your girl asked if I could fly by her crib I told her "maybe later"
Experience turbulence like a drama pilot, my rhymes are as sweet and controversial as a packet of Parma Violets
Reaching altitudes higher than you after smoking the bag of grass bought for you that your lass brought, but you come crashing down like a glass fort, when your weeded out mugshot is used as the photo on your passport
Engaging in dogfights with stupid fools who vlog flights, you dim sons of bitches couldn't see me coming using fog lights
While you spin tales, I do tailspins, rhymes as smooth as whale skin, you better do a rain check if you think I'm failin'
A mechanised beast from the propeller to the rudder, when the bars fly overhead, that's when people shudder, some of ya'll stutterer, mutterer and shit rhyme sputterers are so blunt, you couldn't slice through butter, I got the nickname name DDP because my bars are Diamond Cutters
All of these close shaves must be cutting your hair short, my bars always land like your brains an airport
Let me store it in the hanger, Revilo's back launching bombs again, in other words, dropping bangers
Haha! Yeah!
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