Akala - Old Yellow Bricks Freestyle (Arctic Monkeys) lyrics

Red rum scorch MCs like desert sun Better run my tongue is a better gun Than any manufacturer, bone fracturer When I come I come for blood just like Dracula MC ma**acre, the word spectacular Can't discuss when I bust rapid; a thousand rhymes a minute Drown the clown I'm with it Round the town I'm spitting wild profound lyrics Down the sound and spirit Not the malleable type is my soul still flammable right? I'm a cannibal animal still Hannibal right I'm radical magical with my hand on the mic I'm a lyrical miracle you're a spiritual criminal Metaphysical syllable written by the invisible In two ways there's no pen yet I bet I Stay with the force like Jedi Left eye it's for the best you will never win Can't comprehend my power like melanin Nor settling with the militant breddren I play by my own rules like the reverend Revelling in the fact I got the gold medal in Every Olympic rap there has ever been Best MC who don't reckon him? I am the start and the end like the reckoning True king never move fa**y On the front line with the troops like Sela**ie Know who I is surname ain't Basil Too much deo too much ma**ive Know what the ledge is Truth like the colour red is No breathe ain't the only thing dead is Fellows I can't relate my mind's not Othello's f** Champagne blood we rep for favellas Though I've never been to Brazil I still feel the pain What would push you too k** it's when you feel insane Was it sane when a strain came out? Get your brain blown out Brain blown out Chips or clips the things bussin One brings laugh other brings nothing But destruction I'm cutting up the track like it's nothing Serve up the whole thing up diced like mutton Glutton on the mic never had a full stomach Never left a scrap from the plate of my mothers And my brother like no other I f** a track no rubber Give me something if you're bad then s**a Disease is shookin me Won't even look at me I am the thing like a dreadman's cookery Soul just simmer, hope not a glimmer I play like the taxman only one winner In this world there's only one sinner Anybody who speaks truth is a glimmer So don't be surprised if I don't make playlists Cause I don't minstrel dance or paint faces Tell me the industry is not racist Our society is so let's face it But one thing profound to me Music the only thing that know no boundaries So if you love music then raise up your fist in the air And roll with the movement Black or white man or woman Anyone who respects the work we put in See these dudes are like no dinner with just pudding Yeah you sweet but no substance put in The fuel that you put in: energy you get back Give me the whole stack and sets I will rep that Check facts I'm the best out molest raps Trash tracks well it's tact till it's slack Necks snap when I check cash whose chest fat Better foundation f** because it let's crap Absorb like white into jet black You came for connect four, I came for a chess match Which means we don't think similar You score but you got no sk**, Lineker Lay low better halo than Diego It's like this just cause I say so You nothing just like Play D'oh Mould to whoever you're with I can't take those They mimic me, can't mirror me I am the metaphor they're just similes They mimic me, can't mirror me I am the metaphor they're just similes