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lyrikal - rap god (cover) كلمات الأغنية

lyrikal – rap god

intro:
(kay x)
are we playin’ here?
are we playin’ here?
are we playin’ here?!!!

(man speaking efik)

chorus:

i’m beginning to feel like a deity- deity
so all these wanna-be rappers just dey hate me- hate me
talk a lot of sh-t, but radio still dey play me- play me
instead of bullets, na money dem dey spray me- spray me

verse:

honestly, modesty doesnt suit me – i’m a prodigy
they dont see the dark side of me
m-th- f-ck u f-ckas, no sodomy
say they want a sit-down, but i live up in the clouds
way high, see ya’all gotta grow wings
i’m def, u dumb- u dont really want none
blood-claat!
i’m the one…rap god king!
gprrrahh!
when i step in the booth, the microphone salutes/ f-ck a producer
self-record
i’m o’ get medieval on ya’all/ u evil? well, allow me to retort
-ssault n’ battery, battery runnin’ out
need a recharge
spit hard, f-ck that spit hardder, nah! spit the hardderst
smartest r-t-rd!… in a room full of r-t-rds, stumblin’ on these bars…
slap u silly ’til u see stars
all i get is get-well cards, cos i’m ill thus far, i reside in the er!
we are… gods, but i swear i’m god to u gods and goddesses
i’m o’ let u live, no promises/ when the gun go off, no silencer
u can hear the shots, like the ones that hit malcolm x, chris and 2pac
i got that dope runnin’ in my vein, f-ck fame!
asides that, what do u got?
is he villain or hero?/ i’m neither
shoot ’em up, then i reload
this sh-t is m-ssacre, genocide, when the countdown hits zero!
violent-tolerant cos i’m pr-ne to this madness, sickening!
written in blood, dip it in, spittin’ ’em!
they’re p-ssy, might as well stick d-ck in ’em!
so u tryin’ to out rap the rap god?
for god’s sake, it’s rebellion
f-ck sentiments, never hesitant
preacher said… son, dont let the devil in
when the beef starts, ain’t no settlin’
i’m a psycho, k!ll ’em dead, leave evidence
i’m essential, way past relevant
u not need, u irrelevant
i’m the opposite of good, i’m bad, but bad means good
so i’m better than!
so i dissed my ex-label mates… mmm…
knew u had it comin’ someday
no response… doesnt make u the bigger man
just means you’re p-ssy!
unworthy, unfit, incapable, incompetent, wuss!
way out o’ the box with this sh-t, u scholars go by the book…
u shook!
i dont mean one hand placed in another’s
when i show up, they run for cover cos i bring the heat like it’s summer
not the one u wanna confront or have problems with, if u have problems with ’em…
dead it! oh, brother…
when i hit u, u won’t recover
uhn!
ph city, my city, but i got mad luv for gidi
wack rappers out to get me, i f-ck ’em up, like bob did whitney
why do these youngings offend me?
18’s, 19’s and 20’s…
talkin’ bout u were my idol, but u old now
u groupie. eat a pee-pee!
u cannot see me, unless it’s tv, or maybe at a show that i’m tearin’ up
i got this bull by the h-rn, got the game in a choke-hold, ain’t lettin’ up!
not givin’ up, unless it’s props or shout-outs to my people. dig me?
gotta keep goin’, keep the motor rollin’ until this tank is empty!

chorus

outro:

him tief? oya, give am cement make him drink!

- lyrikal

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