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poetic death – fredo كلمات اغاني

poetic / von poe vii returns after a three month tour in europe with gavlyn and papa j. to address the constant friction from the “la scene” in regards to them and organized threat. this song / video is to be viewed as a direct response to phora’s “no other way” as well

[verse 1]

i dedicate this to that modern day hypocrisy/
and while i’m laughing at the irony/
i swing my battle axe ferociously/
please don’t mistake this as an act of comradery/
a verbal lobotomy to that drama/
i’m praying for karma when you fall off and/
i’m stating the facts for those who love to hate/
these lame -ss n-ggas/
who tried to take the cake/
from the ones who paved the way for you suckas/
a bunch of dead weight burning bridges for that payload/
i’m about to blow them up like waco/
n0body move unless i say so/
you was trying to knock that n-gga kr
for sounding like kendrick/
when you stole your style from drake n-gga/
your whole life is a gimmick/
plus that silly verse was wack/
was all talk minus the facts/
cause trying to say he copied kdot is like calling you a rat/
n-ggas get laid out/
it’s old news dunny/
that sh-t is played out/
you ain’t built for the battle rap scene/
you’re too emotional like britney/
trying to call yourself a man when you had your baby aborted/
this n-gga’s pinker than the p-ssy that he nutted in/
trying to box with the god/

[hook / scratches]

how you call your people family
when you ain’t got no loyalty

now the threat is organized
i got them all mortified

[verse 2]

i heard this mothaf-cka phora wanted to challenge me/
you’re bananas g/
my wolf brigade brings a tragedy/
to everything that you’re commanding b/
like how you gonna flex when you’re named after a perfume/
and the first four letters of your name spell out the word mark/
“ain’t gotta hit him like that god”/
of course i do/
“see kendrick got this little homie really thinking he’s tougher than you”/
word? he’s softer than glue/
better believe that/
i heard that he got stabbed up in the back/
and turned a rat within the same day/
f-ck yaw mean?/
and eskupe did his thing with the beat/
but even slug was sitting like/
“yo lyrically this sh-t is wack to me”/
you breaking bread with house n-ggas/
that can’t survive in the field/
and i’m feeling bad/
because your legacy’s a tragedy still/
who k!lled fredo?/
you a pon dun/
you get smacked around by mo green/
my n-ggas are winning like charlie sheen/
in a limousine full of groupies/
i’m finding it ironic all the words that you choose to speak/
i’ll show no sympathy for the weak/
the holy lands are for the meek mothaf-cka/

[hook]

[verse 3]

watch me put an end to the rep of this mothaf-cka/
he went from yours truly to ogt/
then back to yt/
after dropping all of its original members/
minus eskupe/
see that’s a bad look/
i know my compet-tion and you ain’t one of them/
you ain’t jmega the god/
that megallah or papa j./
trying to rep the west/
this n-gga had the nerve to diss 2mex/
leave you buried up in a box for that virginity you took/
up in the back of your car seat/
just like a villainous crook/
you left that underage on the curb/
just like a throw away book/
that’s what you told me/
before you drove off with her blood on your shirt/
and baby marco telling lies that cancer show was a myth/
i’m knowing he sold a bunch of merchandise/
and didn’t split a cent of it/
a dollar at the door brings all the kids to the floor/
with extra money up in their pockets to spend at the store/
i saw the check for over a grand/
17 with a 93 but what is that/
when you’re claiming that your making 7 thousand a show/
you ain’t a thug just cause you posted up on the block/
with a bunch of middle aged men/
in front of a closed liquor store/
and the entire scene was waiting on this response/
and i’m feeling f-cked up/
cause we was suppose to battle them odds/
to keep it honest with you/
i ain’t mad at you brother/
i’m more upset with them older n-ggas/
surrounding you brother/
cause if they really gave a f-ck/
then they’d be advising your brother/
instead of treating you like product/
misguiding you brother/
but honestly i’m disappointed/
at these darts you’ve been throwing/
cause you’ve been stabbed a couple times/
you know the wrath of the omen/
you know i’m trying to push myself/
while i’m maintaining this business/
f-ck your description/
you couldn’t walk a fraction of the distance/
so father please forgive em/
they don’t know what they do/
and plus phora’s still a kid/
he ain’t got nothing to prove/
dearly departed/
and his pops was never dealing with that heron/
you was never a crack baby/
nor were you born in the 80s/
that’s why i find it kind of funny/
when you’re claiming to rep the 90s/
cause by the time you started walking/
biggie and pac had buried listen/
one life to live/
so why you burning these bridges/
play your position playboy/
and stick to singing to these groupie b-tches/
cause all that tough talk/
is just gonna get you washed up/
or get you mobbed up/
we overseas my n-gga watch us/
the children think it’s gavlyn/
i’m talking yarah bravo/
i’m talking f-cking sara/
shout outs my n-gga kwervo/
shout outs my n-gga ruman/
shout outs my n-gga h.v./
big ups my sister soulcat/
shout outs my brother mike st–z/

[verse 4]

what’s the word/
i get the vibe that reverie is still talking sh-t/
so let me set the record straight for all you highschool kids/
she ain’t a thug or a bad b-tch/
her tagging style is wack as sh-t/
and her daddy was a millionaire before she started rapping/
so stop the acting/
and i would have said more over a beat/
but i met with murs out in europe/
and he requested that i squash the beef/

[verse 5]

and now i’m locked up in the mental of salomon’s temple/
my enemies c-ck and fire/
but their bullets are pebbles against my missiles/
when the f-ck are you la n-ggas gonna start to respect me/
i’ve gone against the grain/
and battled with anyone who’s tried to step to me/
organized threat/
mothaf-ckas fake that loyalty for the payload/
and you ain’t “ill” just cause you say so/
nasty nas is esko/
look at the nerve of these n-ggas/
leave battle scars against your figure/
you ain’t suspenseful dawg/
you a groupie/
riding phora’s d-ck for attention/
f-ck your religion when you’re dealing with that gwap/
and you ain’t from the block/
these harvey dent -ss rappers are praying that i flop/
see i should have my little niece drop a 16 into your whole flock/
these mothaf-ckas is all talk/
trust me i’ve met them personally/
i’m that riverside reppa/
the phantom of the orchestra/
shaking hands with the coroner/
walking on the path to mordor/
i’ve decided that i’m the one so i don’t need your respect/
cause most of these rappers are afraid of dying/
so they’ve been feared death/
and if i was latin like papa j./
you’d all be nodding your heads/
or if this was written by kendrick lamar/
you’d probably say i’m the best/
pouring out my rosary/
n-ggas that want to battle me/
you see i’m laughing at the irony/
a monolith quoting stephen king/
cause if i ain’t a threat/
like a crowd of dozens claim to speak/
then why the h-ll are the rappers that you look up to/
taking shots at me/
i’ll k!ll them all i’ll k!ll them all/
pour that gasoline on their families/
these mothaf-ckas are carbon copies/
i’ve studied the alchemy/
got me writing up these hotels/
spitting venom against the white walls/
you ain’t gotta like me/
but you will respect my word and my b-lls/
i know you hate to hear the facts/
but yo i’m better than you all/
i’m the underdog/
you see they never thought i’d make this far/
i’m having dinners out in switzerland/
business meetings in germany/
don’t bother me/
you local n-ggas are basically a mockery/
it’s that organized threat/
and we on the come up/
all my soldiers throw your guns up/
n-ggas acting like they ain’t a fan/
cause they ladies love us/
i know some people are going to be upset with this track/
but you gotta ask yourself/
how i dissed dude with seven minutes of facts/
you see the people taking shots/
couldn’t even pop me off with a 16/
(what you saying god)/
what i’m saying is that my record in clean/
i was posted up in the studio/
with rza just like the lotus/
while he was teaching me to remain humble/
while speaking for the chosen/
i’ve shaken hands with established men and women/
across the ocean/
and i’ve walked across the golden sands/
on lands you’re never stepping in/
word to yarah bravo yo/
the mother grain was speaking wisdom/
give me knowledge my black queen/
and spare the young god with your vision/
phora they got you caught up/
in the same drama that you fought against/
now the homies ain’t the homies/
i hope you’re taking notes of all of this/
there ain’t a movement out there that’s realer than the threat/
you could turn your back against us/
or your pay your homage and respect i said/
there ain’t a movement out there that’s realer than the threat/
you could turn your back against us/
or your pay your homage and respect n-gga/

- poetic death

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