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Nigger listen, when I spit on the rhythm, I kill em, |
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Raw like the Ball of Brazilians, |
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You don't want war, cor the kids brilliant, |
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Blood, I'm the heir to the throne, |
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Not William, Akala, smart as King Arthur, |
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Darker, harder, faster, |
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Rasclaat, I kick the illest shit, |
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It's like Shakespeare, with a nigger twist, |
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Lyricist, I'm the best on the road, |
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Nitro flow, oh-so-cold, I'ma blow yo, |
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Keep the hoes, I only want dough homes, |
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Nobody close, I'm alone in my own zone, |
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No no love for the po-po, |
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Loco when I rock mics solo, |
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I hope that you know, where you don't go though, |
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Want it with Bolo? Must be coco, |
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It's William back from the dead, |
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But I rap bout gats and I'm black instead, |
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It's Shakespeare, reincarnated, |
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Except I spit flows and strip hoes naked, |
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No fakin', test my blood bruv, |
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It's William, back as a tug cuz, |
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So real the shit I kick now, |
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Plus I don't write, I recite my shit now, (correct) |
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Straight from the top, expert timin' |
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On top of that now, the whole things rhymin' |
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No more tights, now jeans saggin' |
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If I say so myself, I'm much more handsome, |
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Don't ever compare me to rappers, |
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I'm so quick witted that I split 'em like fractions, |
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My shit, I tell em like this |
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It's like Shakespeare with a nigger twist |
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CHORUS |
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I get you pumped up, |
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Feelin' like you drunk drunk, |
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When my beats bump bump, |
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Lyrics hit like skunk blunts blood, now |
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All the shit I kick, so crazy, |
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There ain't no ifs or maybes, |
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Spit poetry so shady, |
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For lords on road and my hood ladies, |
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Pumped up, feelin' like you drunk drunk, |
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When my beats bump bump, |
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Lyrics hit like skunk blunts blood, now |
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All the shit I kick, so crazy, |
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There ain't no ifs or maybe's, |
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Spit poetry so shady, |
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For lords on road and my hood ladies. |
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I'm similar to William, but a little different, |
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I do it for kids that's illiterate, not Elizabeth, |
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Stuck on the road, faces screwed up, |
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Feel like the world spat em out, and they |
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Chewed up, |
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It's a matrix, I try and explain it, |
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On the real though, still ready blaze em, |
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No contradiction just face it, |
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They so enslaved, they are worse than a agent, |
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I grace stages, sharp as razors, |
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Don't get cut cuz, keep ya distance, |
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No artillery, tryin' be militant, |
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Ya'll dudes killin' me, think that ya killin' it, |
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It's embarrassing watchin you babblin', |
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Keep spittin ya darts, mine is javelins, |
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The hood Tiger Woods too million, |
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Number 1 for so long, its just getting' silly, |
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Shit kinda like Bruce with da knuckles, |
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Like the first time ya ever saw Ali shuffle, |
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You don't want trouble, left layin' in a puddle, |
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Bruv, you are having a bubble, |
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I'm a whole different kettle of fish, |
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Thou shall not fuck with dis, |
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My shit, I tell em like this |
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It's like Shakespeare with a nigger twist. |
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CHORUS |
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To be fair, no MC close to the man, |
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Little just come youths jumpin' out of they pram, |
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Everybody badman, behind a mic stand, |
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It's not creative, one bag of hype, and |
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If you buss a ting, where's the mash? |
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Move so much food? Where's the cats? |
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These dudes ain't real, they just rap, |
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I don't spit what I don't know, |
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Just the facts, |
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No talks of rocks I ain't sold, |
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Shots I ain't blown, so cold and I own my own, |
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My business ridiculous, |
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Sick with it, quick witted, |
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Companies head to head an' liquidate it, |
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Welcome to illa state, meet ya fate mate, |
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Talk truth but we don't play games, |
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Move sick, look sample techno, |
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Never pull a ting, if it ain't gonna let go, |
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That's that, rap track, |
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Clap ya like a black gat, |
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Back chat, crack back, |
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I'm the nigger, that's that, (Beat) |
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The rest of these kids is irrelevant, |
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Don't compare me to him, |
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That's just bigoted, |
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I'm on my own shit, |
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Dicks ain't spit, |
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It's no democracy; dictatorship, |
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So dicks hate my shit, |
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I'm sick, raise ya spliff, |
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I'm swift, blaze em quick, |
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My hits, major shit, |
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I flip phrases quick, |
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My sick razor shit, |
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Give thick grazes quick, |
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And chicks say he's crisp, |
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It's not a rumour; |
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That kid Akala, |
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It's not "Ack-a-la", beg ya pardon, |
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Don't get it twisted, |
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Your on the sideline like a mistress, |
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I'm the whizzkid, with the sick shit, |
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My shit, I tell em like this, |
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It's like Shakespeare, with a nigger twist. |
