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DPOPN Ft. Mali Jo​$​e

by SUPEREGO

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DPOPN (Dead People On Plastic Notes) is a no hook, no bullshit, rap song. A product of the inability to write a “real song”, instead making a big, fat, stinky, dirty beat for us to rap some ignorant braggadocious shit to. Beats and bars baby

lyrics

MALI:
Opinions and the demons out
Yeah we in the mosh pit
All that pressure bench pressed Bish
Yeah we running CrossFit

POW!:
This dope like the incense
You “Doh!”, like Homer Simpson
Donuts and piglets
Make a bagel out you minions

MALI:
And our presence is a present
Every day it’s like Christmas
All that cheese and bread
is the only thing upon my wish list
Ay yo fuck that cool table man
We running with the misfits
And this spliff…

POW!:
Make me speak Queen’s English
Like a savage
Passive as avalanches
I run rampant
Hold rivers ransom like Santos
With the stanzas
When they call
Bet it’s death that answers
Killing shit like cancers
Don’t stall
Put advances in the bag
In swinging bangers
Bagger Vance…

MALI:
Best believe that they don’t want no antics
I’ve been sitting on that throne
Even when I played in sandpits
Me reaching my higher self
Best believe it’s rampant
New horizons new land
Best believe we landed
Planning all out futures in these mansions
I’m walking with the phantoms
Dead people on plastic notes
Might just solve your answers
Dead thoughts over plastic beats
is the only thing you’re having
Mufucker yeah I’ll split your cabbage!

DUKE:
The slickest stan
Spitting acidic quips into a dripping pan
My lyrics mimic spinning ceiling fans
Gritty and raw, pretty damn sure
I'm a itty bit more than a gimmick man
Grabbed the mice tore it up
But not before I pour a cup to the sycophants
Circle jerking, to the rhythmic trance I speak
I'm top seeded, cheap shots is not needed
Forgot the key to this lock
Can't be got with the rot secreted
Needlessly, bleeded faeces
Full of please believe me's
My behlemic teachings hold the meaning to success
Coming from your block before I knocked it off your neck
When this drops if it flops
I wouldn't swap profits for respect
I guess I just thrive with neglect
I can cop thrills, and pop pills to no effect
Cause I'm too motherfucking ill
Nah for real
Think I swallowed toxic spill
My optics chill
But I treat this beat like I'm shocking to kill
Feeling a million watts
Freak, still in the swill in the pot
Spilling skill til it drops

credits

released May 11, 2023
Produced by Lachlan Dymond of SUPEREGO
Artwork by SUPEREGO
Mixed by Antonia Gauci
Mastered by King Will Sound

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