Akala - Dead Wrong Freestyle lyrics

[Instrumental: Biggie Smalls "Dead Wrong"] [Bella Gotti] Every chick wanna be bad So they rap about experiences they've never had Their boy's seatbelt is the closest thing they ever getting to strapped And she ain't ever chipped a nail and yet she's spittin' ‘bout crack They got her ga**ed she think she's bad, lookin like a bag of money If that's the case b**h then you're a big sack of pennies My n***as make it rain, I'm dancing in the rain Gene Kelly, and every box they drop has smelt smelly Had my black hair swinging like I'm straight from New Delhi My n***as hit him up while he was pumping Mackaveli Out the Bentley, I'm spitting for the fun of it So please don't tempt me, I get a kick out of making all these f**ing b**hes resent me Look at my time in this game, it's lengthy Confidence? I've got plenty, strut like I'm an untouchable No (?) me Chill with the realest chick all day She my reflection, my shadow, her name's Nolay [Akala] Uh, Uh, listen yo, uh Good afternoon, you can call me uncle Akala the flow father With a mind that works much like Assata's I'm turnin' rappers to Martyrs Look how they're trembelin' begging and everythin' Cos they do know what their level is But…I ain't a gentleman I will dismember ‘em Ever malevolent bredrin! Who…said you could ever win Must be adrenalin overcoming the evidence You… can bet I will pepper them definite Definete eyein the weapons intelligence Wish I could tell you it's difficult Clearly it's effortless Hear me rap, I'm totally f**ed Your flow is celibate Look how I riddle a rap Quick as a pig will attack One little black When he ain't strapped Hands is cuffed behind his back Fact that I riddle a rap That is so lyrical that Pitiful chaps Could not react Cos my defense is to attack I… triple your spittin Like Britain when building The empire that they acquired with k**ing You're simple like bloodin' and cripin' in Britain Are we that unoriginal can't even find our own reasons for k**ing? And that's what you're callin' a villain? When you know the criminal's chillin' Buyin' a government stackin' a billion Look…Tottenham to Clapham? I slap ‘em for slackin' Attack ‘em with (patented pa**ions for rappin?) So all of the chattin you're yappin'…back it! Or, I will go back to the habit of Taking nations daily Enslaving babies, like NATO paid me MC even dream that he slay me I'll show you where his grave be You can't phase me no conscious like occupation Israeli Your occupation is lazy You look great pushin' up dasies See my strength is too great You can't fade me even if they try for a couple of centuries Like they did to Haiti For breaking the back of slavery I'm taking it back to basics A beat that's bangin' and bars That are harder than the heart of Satan Their lookin' at Harlem shakin' after me givin them half a pacing I dare you to laugh the other half will break a part of the matrix There's too much danger We ain't friends Pesci and casino end a man's life with a pen [Deadly] I'ma come through looking all, whammy in that shirt Now I'm attractive just like a gally in a skirt I'm from a place where n***as bury hammers in the dirt So many n***as are nuts that insanity's just a word When feds try to block me on that move When I come to lick them j**els Scratch that, slam it in reverse I can tell you what happened Car done ripped the bird I can let it all out I ain't canning these worms My whole circle's full of real n***as Man I did the dirt Man have yet to man up Some man have did worse Man licked man down Man have jacked man's worth Man have yapped man's line And took over man's turf When them blue lights flash Man dem rally in them curbs We link the girl make her put the whammy in her purse n***as getting this twisted Talkin' like, me and them are friends Just because they mentioned ? in the verse I was stackin that away For a rainy day, I caught that bird and I knew from… Listen... Hear me out.... I said you catch me on that same vibe Round about the same time Don't smoke bud but I'm with my homies that stay high Soaking up the fumes from when I was around yay high Leaving ? twisted I don't say bye n***as ga**ed cos there be 2 chicks in the same night My homies be 2 sticks in the same five minutes Empty 2 clips in the same ride We might pringle your wig because we aim high [Blizzard] Causing damage, call me Brad the Impaler Hate and I'll give you air like an asthma inhaler Every line brings you one step back to your maker I'm the kind of guy to buy land, and gamble an acre Hey yo, hows that for a sound wager I'm Jay Z on the dub I'm a pound caker Bryan E no Phillip Gla**, a soundscaper I'll be about later if you want a bout later I've got expensive drive like Addison lee In Manchester I can travel in a taxi for free Step out the car they don't ask for the fee I say safe and then I bounce so you could never try chatting to me Because, everybody with sense knows I'm a raw spitter Disagree then you s** dick like Rawzilla I'm a lion, you ain't got a roar in ya Me steppin' in your booth, that's an automatic four figures Favouring green tea over liquor Your family's playing my EP over dinner I roll studio and record a motion picture My content's catered like I already know the listener People have said I've sold out And it's all chat Because I'm off key but never fall flat Your favourite nightclub's a venue that I've toured at Promoters stay by my feet like a door mat College girls in the states tellin me where the dorms at Skype accounts so busy I'm signing out, store that Because I'm in the morning, I forgot ya I'm out and about adding heavyweights to my roster You think your record deal's gonna help you prosper This sh** goes to pop the second they forgot ya You sold your soul for a figure that was pricey But I'll never let a clause and a record deal define me