Akala - Yeah Yeah Yeah lyrics

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Akala - Yeah Yeah Yeah lyrics

[Verse 1] There's a lot of talk, who flow the meanest Work it out; it don't take a genius I spit my thesis talkin' ceases Rappers act sick and I got the treatment Expose actors, similar to a cinema Similar to a Dillinger Your wack tracks ain't got sk**s Add to that the fact that you're not real Talk bout gats, say make caps peel But they fake raps - you get slapped in ya grill Stop lyin' to buyers, I'm tight as pliers with the science, hahuh The roughest rhymin', tough as diamonds, f**in' blindin' You must be high as kites Figure you can f** with the nicest I'm off the scale, like Hampstead house prices So hot, the sun seem cold So hot, the flow boil liquid nitro What ya hearin', the best thing since bread slice n***a with charisma, that would turn a dike That's why I've had more blows than opponents Hoes don't know how I flow I blow out opponents and mics I'm oh-so nice It's Not A Rumour, it's the truth blood so [Hook] If he's talkin' like he's hard Don't believe him, pull his card Tell him... yeah, yeah, yeah... If you've really had enough That's OK, call his bluff Tell him... yeah, yeah, yeah... And if your boss is talking sh** And you really wanna quit Tell him... yeah, yeah, yeah... Anybody, anywhere Chattin' rubbish in ya ear Tell him... yeah, yeah, yeah... yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah... ' [Verse 2] They say I think I'm the best, I'm far too arrogant I ain't the best; I'm beyond comparison Think ya good, but you're not Couldn't get close to me inside a phone box Why spit? You're a dipsh** without diction Plus your whips and your clips is fiction That much of a k**er? Why you lyin'? I think you're Porky-Pieing If ya had dough, you should own sh**, not sign it I think you're Porky-Pieing Tryna' be G when you're soft as PeeWee That greezy talk see through to Stevie I mean it, believe me, to me it's easy You find it hard, I can hear from your CD I'm the best, can't put it more simple Plus pretty thug, women love the dimples I been had gyal, like Saddam or Bin Laden I'm kinda like a pimp, but no mink dragging I'm a n***a's nightmare- like ya ting jamming A skinny little n***a with the heart of a dragon Unstoppable, Mission Impossible Logical, I'm the one- ask the Oracle Legend like Christ and the 12 Apostles Got more lines than Whitney's nostrils [Hook] [Verse 3] If you a baller cool, rap about But there's no Puffs in england So shut ya mouth It amazes me, these rappers are so dumb Get they advance and think they Trump See I spit like guns, tongues speed of a chopper I don't really care, you're a shotter Youth, dem a blow ya brain out Cause ya got ya chain out So what real good is a name now? Watch no face, trust me father Young never dumb; that's not Akala The Don Dadda, dun flow badda Walk tall as a ladder, and I talk with swagger Everything I do, poetry in motion Deep, like a puddle to me is the ocean Cause convulsions, like voodoo potions Ramp with the Sultan, I find that insulting That's a Nova racing a Ferrari You're little clique takin' on the army Be a legend when I die, like I was Bob Marley Marcus Garvey or Muhammad Ali Cause I'm droppin' knowledge, like Oxford scholars Not bad, considering I didn't finish college I'm here now, your noise is void All you so called 'Hot Boys' paranoid No paragraphs parallel, this is Paradise I'm a paragon, leave you parasites paralysed My parables parachute here to Paraguay It's paramount you don't f** with I The flow kicker, go-getter Show ripper, pro-spitter, natural-born winner Sicker than liquor in livers Slicker than Jack-the-Ripper k**er spitting riddims big as a gorilla n***a These bitter n***as bicker But I'm bigger than that I'm tryna' fold figures, big as Jigga and that... I'm focused maaan... [Hook]

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