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Prodigy
Hip-Hop/Rap
Prodigy was released on August 23, 2024 by CATMAFIA as a part of the album Deep End Test - EP
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Release DateAugust 23, 2024
LabelCATMAFIA
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM149

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Devon Abraham Dickerson
Devon Abraham Dickerson
Songwriter

Lyrics

Grabba leaf
Alpaca tree
A dart or three
My arteries
Can't count on me
I sulk in grease
The Pastries and the coffee beans
Won't falter me
I'm ballin ghee
Unstoppable
Anomaly
Improbable
Your Unlikely to like me
Despite these
Incredible rhymes Im writing
Your medical might be a high $
My reticle set on your eyes blink
I think
Ima do my own thang
Proper name the dope mane
I'm riding in a ford daaaaaaangerous
I'm driving on a
Slippery slope that's the only road that I'm traveling on
My sister hope is the only dope that I'm packing on
My momma cope is the only thing known for bashing me
My pencil spoke and it choked the life outta rap Mcees
Casualties
Dead ****
You pray no body passing me
I pray hell whichya
I'm pyromanic when I land it on ya so quicker
My bars is Sanic like the blue man with the gold fixtures
Rangs on me ima poor ****
Mr T
Spit fire and you'll be missing me
I speak in sheets
Of magma dripping on surtsey beach
No curtesy please
Appreciations to my early team
That worried me about contemplation
Evasion
What I been plagued with
You name it I got it slayed it
And replaced it with my own flow
Face ganga when I'm on low
Pops prouda what I done bro
You gotta be a old joke
Odd me to how life can flip over and make you burn slow
Then burn out like the suspension clenching my 4 door
I'm Far out
Far more than bars now
I'm delivering art when I jot down
The lyrics my vision is clearer whenever I pair it with guitar sounds
Or synthesis
Commas come stacking I put that part in parentheses
Cause when I blow up like Jackson I'm rich for centuries
Prodigy artistry altering my abilities
Figuratively blessed from the hand of god but more literally
Interested in attaining my living fees
Hand in the pot I drew it up like calligraphy
I'm real as a rock no Crown Jewels like the liver king
I'm supernatural
Who could attain a fractal
Who could be half as actual
Lucrative as an apple
I bought my Mac than lapped em
Sit on my lap then smacked 2
Cheeks made my baby cackle
She sweet like baby's bag food
Tarter than barnacles bathing between a sailors vacuum
Written by: Devon Abraham Dickerson
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