Текст песни Undertaker - Tulenkey

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Fuck, I came in with some thick tall brothers
Killers wey fit make your dick soft
Yɛamba ha for selfie, we came to bury all these hip-hop rappers
All you niggas start dey bitch off
Moaka mo ano lipgloss na moadane TikTok rappers
Piss on, you niggas dey switch on

Tworɔ banger no, mote studio recompare mo wristwatch
I just hope say this punch go hit more rappers make dem sit up
This is not a diss song, honest, I just wanna see the game change
Moasa saa no, mo sanso pɛ sele when I list top rappers
Nigerians start dey pave way, featuring some big names
Mote ha na beef sɔɔn, adɛn?

Same aim, but we still dey sit on talents
Jay Gym, record them and fix more rappers
'Ka no plain-plain, industry be shit, fuck manners
I'm just tryna raise the bar high
Most of these rappers, all dem they chase be star life
Daa ɔmo keka foo on your page to start hype
Mopɛ easy way you no want to face the dark side
The pain and hard grind to shape your mind right

Came to bury to you and put the face in the archives
Trained and ready, I got my aim on parasites
Takin' a bullet, forget it be how you were made to die
So stay wake and pray, Jay, you go change my mind
You cant break my main grace, was made to fight
The game face while y'all lames dey wait for Christ

A great day to talk plain and say my mind
Never delay replies, that is a waste of time
Put on my hate and rhymes, why every day I ride
Capitate the flies, cage them and break their hinds
Germinate with time, patient, dey wait my shine
Afe wei, my guy, rage I dey take preside

Woba m'anim a si wo tiri ase na aka mo hɔ
Madroppe gya ama rappers adwane de agya ne hɔ
Ntɛm paa ara sei repa m'akyɛw
Kanea no tɔ me so a na mobɛhu me gyinasoɔ
Herh, saa da no na boys pii bɛka nokware
Sɛ me ne pabene, Rap Hene no nie
Kwaeɛ mu na medidie, esum ba a na me pie

Undertaker, maforo owuo atwedeɛ ato sɛsɛ
Adwene a ɛda me tirim' nni asekyerɛ
Kwashiorkor rappers, ɛkɔm mma sɛ abebeɛ
Monni nea mobedi nti no, morepre ahwedeɛ
Fear me, 'cause I'm dead-walkin'
I feast with the dead, I mean, I'm feeding the gram
I could cut the keys and niggas wanna grab, but they can't have it
These rappers are dead-nappin'
I dey here dey set targets, tryna bag commas

I just keep my head up and my knees in the padlock pair locked
If you readin' the catalogue, then understand
I'm the best bet, I'm the rap god, I'm a treat to the best rapper
I'm the next, no be clear, you fit check, rapper
Back when I was last, I used to dream of the fast life
Limousine, Louboutins, leather seats and a perf hard
And now I see, y'all be silicon trees, no dey last long
Just keepin' my head strong, tryna get dollars

Can't stop me, I'm blazin', I'm red hot, I'm amazin'
They can't block me or break me with ten cuffs and Hancock
Head shot them and jail 'em
Just stand back and sing praises to big pop in the makin'
Your best rapper be shaky
Don't even know how to rap tough, why you be ladies?
Mic no tua mo ano sɛ Fan Pops, shun dey disgrace me
Ɛmmom, rappers no bi ayɛ adeɛ, wɔn amia wɔn ani awie nursery
Nti mongye, mabrɛ mo lunch box
Gye starte KG, fuckin' baby rapper

It's the rap god