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
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9 Cold
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