Akala - Yeah Yeah Yeah текст песни

Текст песни Yeah Yeah Yeah - Akala



Yo, mm, yeah
There's a lot of talk, who flow the meanest
Work it out, it don't take a genius, uh
Spit my thesis, talkin' ceases
Rappers act sick and I got the treatment
Expose actors, similar to a cinema
You're not factors, similar to a Dillinger
Your whack tracks ain't got skills
Add to that the fact that you're not real
Talk 'bout gats, say you make caps peel
But they fake raps, you get slapped in your grill
Stop lying to buyers
I'm tight as pliers with the science, ahahahahaha
The roughest rhymin'
Tough as diamonds, fuckin' blindin'
You must be high as kites
Figured you could fuck with the nicest
I'm off the scale like Hampstead house prices
So hot, the summer seems cold
So hot, the flow boil liquid nitro
What you're hearin', the best thing since bread sliced
Nigga with charisma, that'd turn a dyke
That's why I've had more blows than opponents
I might get hoes don't know that I flow
Blow out components and mics, I'm oh-so nice
It's not a rumour, it's the truth, blud, so
If he talkin' like he's hard
Don't believe him, pull his card
Tell him: yeah, yeah, yeah
If you've really had enough
That's okay, call his bluff
Just tell him: yeah, yeah, yeah
And if your boss is talking shit
And you really wanna quit
Tell him: yeah, yeah, yeah
Anybody, anywhere
Chattin' rubbish in your ear
Just tell him: yeah (yeah), yeah, yeah (yeah-yeah-yeah)
They say that I think I'm the best, I'm far too arrogant
I ain't the best, I'm beyond comparison
Think you're good, but you're not
Couldn't get close to me inside a phone box
Why spit? You're shit with the diction
Plus your whip's and clips is fiction
That much of a killer? Why you rhyming?
I think you're porky pieing
If you had dough, you should own shit, not sign it
I think you're porky pieing
Tryna be G when you're soft as PeeWee
That greezy talk see through to Stevie
I mean it, believe me, to me, this easy
You find it hard, I can hear from your CD
I'm the best, can't put it more simple
Plus pretty thug, women love the dimples
I been had gyal, like Saddam or Bin Laden
I'm kinda like a pimp just no mink dragging
I'm a nigga's nightmare like your ting jamming
I'm a skinny little nigga with the heart of a dragon
Unstoppable, mission impossible
Logical, I'm the one, ask the Oracle
Legend like Christ and the 12 apostles
Got more lines than Whitney's nostrils
Talkin' like he's hard
Don't believe him, pull his card
Tell him: yeah, yeah, yeah (he's a kidder)
If you've really had enough
That's okay, call his bluff
Just tell him: yeah, yeah, yeah (that's right)
And if your boss is talking shit
And you really wanna quit
Tell him: yeah, yeah, yeah
Anybody, anywhere
Chattin' rubbish in your ear
Just tell him: yeah (yeah), yeah, yeah (yeah-yeah-yeah)
If you a baller, cool, rap about
But it's no Puffs in England so shut your mouth
It amazes me, these rappers are so dumb
Get they advance and think they Trump
I spit like guns, tongue the speed of a chopper
I don't really care, you're a shotter
Youth, dem a blow your brain out
'Cause you got your chain out
So what real good is a name now?
Watch, no face, trust me father
Young never dumb, that's not Akala
The Don Dada, none flow badder
Walk tall as a ladder, and I talk with swagger
Everything I do, poetry in motion
Deep, like a puddle to me is the ocean
Cause convulsions, like voodoo potions
Ramp with the Sultan, I find that insulting
That's a Nova racing a Ferrari
That's your little clique takin' on the army
Be a legend when I die, like I was Bob Marley
Marcus Garvey or Muhammad Ali
'Cause I'm droppin' knowledge like Oxford scholars
Not bad, considering I didn't finish college
I'm here now, your noise is void
All you so called hot boys paranoid
No paragraphs parallel, this is paradise
I'm a paragon, leave you parasites paralysed
My parables parachute here to Paraguay
It's paramount you don't fuck with I
The flow kicker, go-getter
Show ripper, pro-spitter, natural-born winner
Sicker than liquor in livers
Iller than Jack-the-Ripper
Killer spitting riddims big as a gorilla, nigga
These bitter niggas bicker but I'm bigger than that
I'm tryna fold figures big as Jigga and that
I'm focused, man (no, no, no)
If he talkin' like he's hard
Don't believe him, pull his card
Tell him: yeah, yeah, yeah (he's a killer)
If you've really had enough
That's okay, call his bluff
Just tell him: yeah, yeah, yeah (that's right)
And if your boss is talking shit
And you really wanna quit
Tell him: yeah, yeah, yeah
Anybody, anywhere
Chattin' rubbish in your ear
Just tell him: yeah (yeah), yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah



Авторы: Safinia Reza, Maclean, Kingslee


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