Lyrics:
Cause this can be a drive by
Yeah you is dead nigga
Fill yo blokk with red nigga
Fill yo face with led nigga
And you heard what i said nigga
All that
And here they are, Puff Daddy, Ma$e
And Lil' Kim!
How many niggas that'll die for you?
How many get the quiche
Slice the pie wit you?
I ain't
Well I'm the coolest of the cool and they call me Akil
Hip hop fanatic busting lyrical windmills
And I'm the international king of all things
need that gun
The time is now, forget the hate cause we don't need that 'ish
This the truth, I know by now that y'all can catch my drift
Earth is
my eye to the skies
That's when the lights fly by
Buckle up, let's go for a ride
Close encounters of the fourth kind
I don't rhyme for the deaf, dumb,
introducing this killer with gun bars
Rounds extended like ruler clips
I'm offended by loser pricks fucking up the game
So I'll just get in the booth and spit
smoking vanilla sky
W-e, double the T, O, you can bet your bitch been by
T-o double M, Y, cruising that five with my lil' boy $lim
S-c-r-i-m, bitch, I'm
rim size. That bitch damn near lop sideded
So many God damn hundreds that Ben Frank look cock eyed
Chillin with my nigga P.O.P.E. Don King and we in
To the tune of “Stand By Me” by Ben E. King
[Verse 1]
Lungs likely evolved
In the common ancestor
Of the bony fishes
Homologous to
The swim
that'll make ya say (damn)
Every time I make a jam, make ya want to say (damn)
E-swift test the rocket launcher, let's blow up the spot
Show 'em what
Looka here youngsta
I see out there tearing shit up
You know at the very end at all it's going to be a sad song
W.A.S.T.E W.A.S.T.E W.A.S.T.E
Im
[ PRODUCED BY ANG'GEON EMETREA ]
Ang'Geon Emetrea
INTRO:
Yeah, Ang'Geon "Double G", ugh
E Equals MC
Don't you know, US: TheFolks?
Let's go, ugh,
as Weezy's
As a humble king the truth is I'm inspired by Cassper and Meek Mill
But I'm damn cool like Ivyson I'm the realest I'm the Wizkid
I'm lyrically deep
pockets, bitch break it off
You could have the gun in my face, I wouldn't take it off
I thought Lil' Bro was slime, he was a snake at all
So I'm finna
Yep the face Michael saw was me up in the mirror, boo
Stand clear when the E is rappin
Like, Martin and D, What's the Worst Can Happen?
Brooklyn can
a different figure to pull it
Murdered by the state Like the cousin of the John the Baptist
As if black youths aren't nothing but target practice
the cup
Got ash in the tray
All the girls wanna play
Cuz I got it by my ways
Pimps up yo ho down
Ain't nobody
Pimps up yo ho down
Ain't they got em'
Pimps
oddly godly, you can spot me in my hot body
Riding on a shotgun, man, gun kamikaze
There's not a lot of shots you can toss me that I can't block
Stop your
the goddamn streets
Cause that's the only way we gonna stop these pigs
We ain't gonna stop them by prayin'
We ain't gonna stop them by beggin'
And we ain't
shop
Rep the 7
421 rain down from heaven and burn down ya block
And then bless the mic when it's time to Rock
The Mad King
Do bad things when
starship by the sunset, bumpin king krule
I hit a rock button just to ignite & pop pursuits
@ a lower margin prone to commute, walk the road less travelled
geez
Unless there's Gs involved
There's fees involved
E mail my team it'll get resolved
By the way I wrote this I don't
Do no karaoke when I rap
I'm
ain't no punk
Dougie D so thoed, and they already know
The Trae and the J Z-Ro, by bo
Got a kin folk raw, that be gripping a gun
I got a king folk
that unknown soldier
No one can remember your name
So here I stand by your graveside
The steel helmet lies upon your cross
They said you died for king
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