paroles de chanson Point of No Return - Khaligraph Jones

Yo, Yo
You wack rappers ain't close to the greatness
And it's about that time I stepped in and expose all you fakers
I'm on the residence
And I got the power to bridge the gap
Between the teeth of the former president
I'm real with it, you douchebags on the amateurs
Before you do a track with me get yourself a manager
When you see the fella move, run and hide
If you have them Supas on coz I call them the Cinderella Shoes
I never play bro
But half of these Kenyan rappers is so
Pathetic and the other half is scary bro
It gets very scary
Coz soon I'm about to put shackles on
Your feet so you can sing like Merry-merry
And this rapper tight
And atleast have a knife so I can
Slice that beef coz I got the mean appetite
And I scare any fella
How I got my music bumping in the
Streets of Nairobi like Merry-mellow
The streets need me, and I spit easy
You Elihandro rappers is softer than Chris Breezy
I've never been social
So Nigga stay outta my line before
I use your skinny jeans to choke you
I got the right means
To destroy your damn mission coz you
Matching with Khaligraph is a pipe dream
Bitch is your ice-cream
Or battle me and I did reckon is you d
Coz you confusing me with your tight jeans
I'm so sober, I'm on the other side
You Niggas still lookin' at girls for shows to cross over
I'm on the road souldier
I stay hot in order to keep cool the fucking nigga takes a hot soda
Got the miraculous speech
You couldn't kill a likin' coz you got the Dracula teeth
Let me ask what happened to beef
Coz I can put it on wax but if you want we can clash in the streets
Tell those who wanna battle to bring you down
Hell force growing a rattle I keep it warm
That dead voice coz they can probably hear the dawn
His best flows is necessarily be the bomb
I'm bringing realness back in the game
Coz if it isn't investing
Every rapper would be rapping the same
I still do it for the Cash and the Fame
But I still ensure that every single track isn't lame
And with the wack voice I can tell his
Recycle
Man I'm damn hot and Accapella is Ice-cold
I know goons know fellas with rifles
Gotta click (yeah) on my own like the 12 Disciples
I'm putting Nairobi on the map
And it's all about Hiphop
When you see me rollin' on the track, so you better let the fire roll
I don't know if it's only me
But these love is sticking over my entire flow, the Messiah flow
Whether I'll be high or low
Still I'm representin' for the whole empire so
When I say that ain't be can't bruise
I'm in a listen to Jerry Doobies and Bamboo
Haha, Yeah, Yo
The Break Through, Dea Father
That is just what it tastes to, 'bout to experience
Hahaa, Yo
Big Beats
My man rest on a desk
Nigga pay your respect
Hu
Big Beats with the best
Yo
Salute the Best Emcee in the game
I salute myself in this, so, Better recognize, Yea, Khali