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I wrote this song while on the “It’s All Down South From Here Tour” with my best rap buddies, ialive and Torito. Basically trying to impress them while driving between shows. I made the beat after a night of listening to Shabazz Palaces, a big inspiration behind the production on this album. The track samples Styx “Come Sail Away” and some Bob Bucko Jr. tracks, another big part of this album. The track is about dealing with amateurs and posers while on the road in other cities. It can be very discouraging being on the same bill with these bozos. Infuriating even.

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Posers have bad B.O.
Posers act like a big deal when they're opening shows
Posers crave attention all the time
What happened in your childhood that made you wanna rhyme
It's a crime
I could smell you from a mile away
And I already can't wait for you to go away
Somebody kill me please
I should've never got started in this Philly scene
You make me want to give up on my teenage dream
Stay home and smoke your weed
Cos I'd rather never see you at the venue looking sloppy
Buy my tape online, maybe then I'll send you a copy
I don't wanna trade merch
I wanna burn down your church
My straw reaches across the room and drinks your milkshakes
Why don't you get a job at McDonald's and hand out your mixtape
Bob had bitch tits
Darko had a gun
Shot it at the crowd
And watched the motherfuckers run

Shows over!
Go home poser
Shows over!
Go fuck yourself

I can't believe you got the gall to call that art
I'll reach into your soulless chest and tear out your uninspired heart
While it's beating in my hand, I'll take a bite
Like a rotten apple grown from spite
How many chains do you need?
This is your brain on speed
I don't keep my brain on a leash
The super MC will crush you into salt
Throw you over my shoulder and take a walk
You out to lunch
The same intuition that told him spike the punch
I wanna zip you up
You are the anti pick me up
Plastic people
I find your existence evil

Shows over!
Go home poser
Shows over!
Go fuck yourself

I am fueled by hate
Let's duel for your fate

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from Watered Down Demon Fuzz, released August 25, 2017

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Darko The Super Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

Darko the Super is the weirdo rap superstar alter ego of Evan Souza. Born in the bosom of suburbia in 1993, Darko the Super wrote his first song at the tender age of 5. A prolific mad genius on the beats and microphone, also the mastermind behind indie label, U Don’t Deserve This Beautiful Art. ... more

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