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fadal:
All the bitches adore me/

All the bitches adore me/
cos I rock designers and a swag they perceive as foreign/
With your babe or shima I'm absconding/
She be calling me the 'best' guy after I fill her up with my 'cream whiskey' and go AWOL now she calling me toxic/


Non responsive/
Unless I sense an iorta of importance/
I tell her, too many lames 'been in' you but I'm from a different 'republic'/
Gangster refurbished/
I check the stats to keep myself honest/


Mastered the patterns and only manifest desired occurrence/
'Azikiwes in my pocket' among some other 'currencies'/
As I continue to fulfill the prophecies/
so flawlessly/


They tryna Jack the sauce but add to mine instead/
Dooks plus plus while they get a minus ten/
Cos I've got a finer blend/
'Roar' to victory after I don took the 'Lionshare'/

Been the guy, still the guy/

Why these people tryna steal my style/

Was in denial, like my popsi/

Switched the style, now I can see/

The evil eyes, as they disguise/

And staging life, to make away with mine/



Won't give a dime, in currency or otherwise/

These other guys, think they overwise/

I pay no mind, and earn my stripes/

One day-a-time, won't stay my hand/



. . . Or quick to flight, when danger slight/

Will sue for peace, unless I can't/



. . . Collecting fans like AC guys/

I stretched the span, mastered the pan/

Building cancerous demand/

This is food for thought, if you starve in soul & mind/



. . . one with the divine, I walk in the light/

And cast a shadow that darkens the whites of their eyes, crippling their device/

And shatter the disguise, bringing salvation in sight/



I embrace the benevolence of a standing ovation!/

After a successful occasion/

souloho19:
And you admire my candor, no lying

You admire my candor, no lying or deception/

Eyes glued to my Nike slides, as I smartly glide, under close inspection/

I get the feeling, I fill the bros with tension and admiration/

I'm minding my business, rising to greatness/

And constantly accessing situation/



A bedrock of innovation/

They know my style different/

They see my swag and preference/

My voice, manners and cadence/



I don't know the feeling of a latex/

I had a finger in the kpekus/

In moments of youthful elation, or plain curiosity/

Hard to tell the differentiation/



From the evil eye I keep my distance/

I grant an audience to the Jehovah's witness/

Cos I like the fitting of her dressing/

Admiring her facial features while I try to focus on the message/

I should request her number for some follow-up action/

Not one of my passions so I ignore the reaction/



. . . And channel my audacity to the audacity on my laptop/

And recorded a banger of a rap song/

I would send you the link if you ask for/



Ha(r)d to combine the the lyrics and engineering arithmetic/

Ignored the music and doused the deep cuts in searing antiseptic/

Till I aced my papers, with zero soul and zero paper/

Then came a sharp realisation/

I need a lot of soul to make some paper/

Poverty, see you never!/