Preferred Band/Artist: AKA
Verse 1:
I'm knocking on hip-hop doors while living life in the fast-lane
You're switching lanes?
Better get out of harm’s way
I heard your cooking up a storm, so where's my plate
Telling people you’re hot, in my presence you on vibrate
Play my music and get hooked
I use beef as my bait
I'm cold-hearted so my lyrics cooler then the Ice Age
Still I rhyme from the heart never mind what my mind says
Yet they mimicking my style and claim they're tight, man for Christ’s sake
I'm stepping over competition can you feel the ground shake?
I'm on it, now wave your hands if you feel me or wave your guns if you hating
Now that you know Dee is crazy, crossing the line would be deadly.
Verse 2:
I got pornographic lyrics that's how I'm banging the game
These soldier boys disgust me, Yooooou all just sound the same
I install a parachute on the mic just to elevate the game
Piss on the red carpet, steal the limelight, I don't need no fame
I've never been the type that's scared to speak, I've never been the type that stands for nothing
Stand in my way man I'll break your hip
’Cause when I hop on the mic they bring me beef
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