From the very beginning…
It was all about the music.
The rhythm. The verses.
The love of hip hop.
But dreams don’t always come easy.
Bills. Pressure. Doubt.
Life has a way of testing ambition.
Every step forward…
Something pulled him back.
Every win…
Came with a cost.
Still—he couldn’t let go.
Because this wasn’t just music.
It was survival.
It was identity.
It was everything.
This is the story before the story.
Before the stages.
Before the name you know.
The struggle. The hunger. The sacrifice.
It all Happened on Skidmore
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A rising musician… vanishes.
No more music. No more videos.
No more anything.
Just… silence. For a while..
Until a new name appears.
DYLN NOT DVPO.
At first, it looked like reinvention.
But something feels… different.
Like a switch has been flipped.
And then… the messages began.
Strange voicemails.
Mysterious videos.
Clues that only raise more questions.
Who is Dapo?
Who is DYLN?
And what really happened?
This isn’t just a story about music.
It’s a story about identity, truth…
and the cost of being found.
Dapo is gone.
But in his place… something else rises.
DYLN NOT DVPO.
Louder. Harder. Unapologetic.
The world hears his first words—
“DISRESPECT.”
It’s raw. It’s ruthless.
It’s a new energy no one expected.
But the question remains…
Is this just a mask?
A persona built to survive?
Or has Dapo truly become someone else?
The lines are blurring.
The anger is real.
And the music?
More dangerous than ever.
This isn’t reinvention.
This is transformation.
After the anger fades… silence.
Behind the bravado of DYLN NOT DVPO,
there’s still a voice we recognize.
The one we grew up with.
The one who dreamed.
The one who hurt.
In “ALONE,” the mask cracks.
The tough exterior gives way to something real.
Raw. Honest. Human.
This isn’t the rebel.
This isn’t the fighter.
This is Dapo.
The Dapo we always knew—
but this time, more vulnerable than ever.
Because even in the noise,
in the reinvention,
in the mystery…
he’s still just a person
trying to find his way.
But something is still Missing
What happens when someone disappears…
but their voice refuses to stay silent?
When the world freezes—
and you wake up somewhere unfamiliar,
caught between who you were
and who you’re becoming?
MISSING is more than an album.
It’s a search for identity.
A journey through pain, ego, doubt, and faith.
A story told in fragments—
songs, voicemails, whispers from another life.
Every track is a clue.
Every lyric, a piece of the puzzle.
And somewhere in the middle of it all…
is the truth.
But whose truth is it?
The dreamer who fell in love with hip hop?
The voice demanding respect?
Or someone else entirely?
This isn’t just about music.
It’s about losing yourself…
to finally find yourself.
The search for answers never ended.
But what happens when the trail doesn’t lead back home…
it leads somewhere else entirely?
A wasteland.
Empty. Ruthless.
A place where survival means everything,
and trust means nothing.
Here… voices echo like ghosts.
The past and present collide.
And the line between reality and nightmare
begins to break apart.
This isn’t the story of someone who was found.
It’s the story of someone still searching.
For meaning.
For connection.
For anyone who might still be listening.
Because sometimes…
when you disappear,
you don’t come back the same.
Dear, Whoever Finds This.
The next chapter begins.
