Preferred Band/Artist: AKA
(Hook)
(Verse 1)
Word up son, I'm still blazing..
This feeling inside, It's so amazing..
On the mic I feel like a herd of Buffalo's, I'm jus grazing..
Never full n*****, I'm on a strict rapper diet..
And you sitting there wondering why Aka doesn't die-yet..
Even if I do, you ain't gon get my spot, you ain't high-yet..
Man I got a mad lyrical skill..
Among rappers I'm the deadliest, I kill..
I'm not sick I'm ill..
On the mic I spill..
Some of the meanest verses, increasing ma what you call sex-appeal..
Matterfact I call it mic-appeal..
The mic jus can't get enough of me, it keeps calling:
"AKA get back, these kids constantly keep spitting nursery rhymes on me, with their stinking breaths. I need you. Signed yours forever The Mic."..
Now ya'll ni***** don't wanna beef with me, I'll cook you alive..
Add some Knorox beef stew mix with added Robertson's spices..
This was the finale..
Glad I'm done, finally..
Now you can drop your verses while watching the behind of me..!!
(Hook)
Still stay fly under the sun..
My lyric gun fires rounds of rhymes..
A thousand times better..
A thousand times getting more cheddar..
A thousand tons worth of rhymes on my new sweater.. (X2)
(Verse 2)
yeah I'm back hommie, ma rhymes be blazing, that fire brand could'nt extinguish..
I'm a star, so bright up in the night sky, you could'nt distinguish..
Two lines, and you already feel that AKA's the shit..
Now really, here cometh the shit..
I'm as gallant as they cometh..
Who they? Coz I'm the only one bringing this rhyming shit, raw..
Only time they see themselves rapping is after they draw..
Don't wanna sound too rude, but at the age of five my grandson gonna be a better artist than all-a-ya'll, dudes..
Why ya'll always in solitude?..
Oh, I get it, ya'll be watching nudes..
Your rhymes always be naked..
Well haters, here's the naked truth..
I'm that merciless cat that will never cut you some slack..
Like a hungry wolf pack..
Ya'll are some serious extra luggage like a bag-pack..
Sit back, and let my rhymes do the work on your brains like ya'll high on crack..
When I'm done with you, and you finally snap back..
Ya'll will still find that you are all whack..
I'm outta ink, so i'ma catch a quick nap..
And when I awake, all-a-ya'll should've scrambled outta the game like eggs, coz it will be murder time like Murder-Ink
(Hook)
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