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okwerd logik - am i good enough? كلمات الأغنية

am i good enough to be the one that u adore/
the one that makes the hood enjoy the truth and all/
the future all in the jewels i pour‎/
so true and coy‎ , they asking , who the dude, shakur?/
i call myself the priest of ur/
released , i spit a horror verse for the youths and boys that see the scripts i drop/
your holy scriptures flawed, all its pictures poor reflections/
religions saw when they got the vision of the precious/
my missions off the network/
description – bust the records/
to h-ll with your p-wns, the king & queen is off the chess boards/
‎i dey rhyme sotey even cobham drop em ear buds/
the light in the dark, providing ‎hope for all the dead ones/
i write from the heart, we no dey joke, this no be guesswork/
my eyes on the stars, my tongue is gold, unfolding hemsworth/
i vibe to the b-ss , with a flow that feel like odin’s weapon/
the fight no go last, control the beat with ‎holy sermons/
i rise from the ash, on the streets , where the story beckons/

# verse ii
but

i step to the throne, vexed to know the game has been cloned/
infecting your dome , the verses i compose is a code/
yes it’s a go, the one the ancient prophets foretold/‎
prophet of soul but never do we worship the dough/
in a warship with scrolls, tryna make the gospel to blow/
the rhyme apostle, i grow with a popular flow/
till we up in the shows busting hip hop on the road/
p-ssing red lights through the dead nights, we dey glow/
with the visions of the most high, p-ss me the dope/
and i’ll transform straight into the mantle of hope/
which other artist compose , this kind of banter in prose/
i plan to dispose/
of all these fake rappers that glow/
in the dark, blow, revert back to fat -ss and dough/
i put their‎ carc-ss on show/
begin attack on the go/
stay true to the facts of the rap that i know/
feeble vegetarian, something that these nama’s should know!!/

# verse iii

this is the hideous thoughts of a g*nius in the making/
picking brains on the daily, making figures from the ratings/
the don of battle rap, more dreaded than jamaicans/‎
3 years back , never did i figure to be making/
the kind of tracks, wey make emcees siddan for the pavements/
contemplating till them begin‎ scream intimidation/
their fans at my temple screaming give us ministrations!/
i twitch for demonstrations/
k!lling beats for the occasions/
my text is sick , you can get relieved from the quotations/
i flex the script, let the streets know it’s the caucasian/
the verse is lit, the best discreet, we no dey do promotion/
and yes it’s me, we get degree, let me be your ocean/
frank, when we kick, we get believe , the energy in motion/
profess to be the next in line, the remedy and question/
thoughts about the goat, then your memory should mention/
the being on the mic speak from centers of perfection/
gone!

- okwerd logik

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