Preferred Band/Artist: AKA
Verse 1:
I sometimes come across a couple of pests
Tryin’ to confuse me with everybody else
Sayin’ my sound is wack; my style ain’t different from the rest
But I retaliate
Lord knows I long I have to suffer from this hate
They’ll see I ain’t easy to break
Put a lot of weight in this game-
With my size I’m on the rise
To reach for the skies
Aka goin’ crazy, this ish amazing
Slaying all those rappers like he some sort of David
One sometimes two at a time
Might have done it with stones
Instead I done it with rhymes
Let us pray: Lord forgive me for what I’m about to do
’Cause I’m on a mission to prove that I’m good
Now let’s nominate; right now I dominate
Aka overall winner
Now that’s what I call fate
Tell me who’s listening; where are the critics
When you need them to boost your system
If hip-hop was a chess game
I would be on checkmate
Verse 2:
They don’t love you when you work harder
Shout louder, look and sound smarter
Or would you rather
It was Khuli Chana
That took the mettle and ran?
Like the first time that we met
Back then at the night of the hip-hop fest
You and them other cats
Braggin’, claimin’ to be the best
But I knew you were dreaming
Thinking I had reached the ceiling
When I was just beginning
Look at how the times have changed
Look at how you are now enraged
Feeling betrayed
When you forsake the only advice you should take
Could have gone down a hero
If only you called it quits then
At least you would be remembered as a great
But now it’s too late
There are no remedies for being wack
Just forget about winning the streets back
Pack your bags and hit the sack
Verse 3:
Mommy lookin fine; plus she dressed to kill
Booty so phat; now that ish I can’t resist
Only a kiss in the cheeks
Puts the whole night at risk
We went to collect her other friend
And she hot as she
Now I’m thinkin I’m in trouble,
How this ish be haunting me
Just the other day I had a similar dream
That left a mark on my sheets
They tight like them Kardashian sisters
Except they so hot like twins
No Serena, no Venus
More like them Olsen twins
Whispering nasty stuff in my ear
Boy it’s lookin likely I’m going home with a pair
And I don’t have to share
I ask her what she saw in me
She said what’s there not to like
You hot, good looking and rich as can be
Said she can handle a lot of bull
Just as long as I don’t break her heart
But I’m thinking maybe we should chill
Maybe we should get hitched
Just for the heck of it
Own a Condor full of kids
Maybe this is real
And you are the woman my mother warned me about
The woman of my dreams
Or maybe I’m dealing with a temptress
Rumour has it she only goes out with rappers
Plus looks can be deceiving
You only need a caution of reason
A moment to breathe
From all this paper chasing
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