Akala - I'm So Cool lyrics

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Akala - I'm So Cool lyrics

I'm an emcee first so guess what sh**head I can be an arrogant prick too dickhead We all got tugs on the road that spit lead What you choose to promote what's your intent Man done hundreds of shows no deal Can count countries I been and I still Ill sh** k** sh** red and blue pill sh** Talk sense but tugs still feel sh** 14 in coliseum with big women Every other week when the shots kept ringing So pardon me if I don't give a f** lately But half of these bars emcees wanna spray me Only care if you wanna educate me Or great emcee like Biggie was baby I've no response if you hate me Don't lie to yourself claim that you don't rate me Who else can make intelligence seem s**y Girls try hard, still can't get me Gotta be a queen, stay select Grown man don't run when I get a wreck Not any girl that can feel the sweat, heat Push the mind s** and I change the technique Who the f**, you wanna claim you rep street You ain't out there with the youts and get deep? I'm so cool playing the game But I make my own rules I'm so cool stay in your lane Or you'll get took to school I'm so cool playing the game But I make my own rules I'm so cool, so cool so f**ing cool Many man talk sh** but they got no talent Everything that I spit cla**ic Known from Sudan to Zimbabwe the hard way Livin' off the work of the words that the bard spray Teaching my sh** in the schools since the first disc What would you think when I'm there, I'm a wordsmith In the truest sense of the word have you heard prick It's a new day absurd with my nerd sh** ,We know Akala we know that he reads Never run from no guy and see men bleed We all talk tough on the track oh please! You ain't out there on the street I am not Superman You are not Superman But I don't need to pretend that I am I'd rather fight with the right foe that has stole land Soul stone cold put a price on your soul man You can take my wisdom for weakness sweetness Don't believe that 'turn the other cheek' sh** f** Akala with all that deep sh**? Please tell me, really whats street sh** Italian designers, chilling on the block with you Shot rocks, pop Glocks, hop blocks with you? We own the straps and the scales? Or the fashion sales? Or,just pack the jails I'm so cool playing the game But I make my own rules I'm so cool stay in your lane Or you'll get took to school I'm so cool playing the game But I make my own rules I'm so cool, so cool so f**ing cool A military mind since back in 04 Who's relevant from then it's oh so poor Emcees come through and the last one sees And I'm bleeding and breathing the meaning we feel it Don't want credit for the message I discuss Nuff' conscious emcees are boring as f** Credit 'cause my swag, is fly through the roof A bop when I spit the fire in the booth Credit 'cause I am the best emcee Oh lord dear God just flee f** me! Credit 'cause I am oh so original You ain't the only bro that knows criminals Don't shout out my OG's on the track They're way too serious for all of that crap Mans that buy yard and (yawnin) in Ghana Might be gangstas but always were fathers Can't rate man that is smuggling parada 'Cause yout dem a struggle it's dumb f** retarded Few emcees have got the game twisted Don't be ashamed you're earnin' an honest living How many f**ed up 'cause our dad's in prison And if they were around there would be less k**ing And if you must die then die for the right cause Die like a muthaf**in' man in the right war Die like Toussain Die like Dessaline Die like Malcolm Scheming on a better dream Die for your family Die for your Kids home Don't die for a dumb block that you don't own I'm so cool playing the game But I make my own rules I'm so cool stay in your lane Or you'll get took to school I'm so cool playing the game But I make my own rules I'm so cool, so cool so f**ing cool

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