Akala - Really? lyrics
[Verse 1: Akala] Who's f**in' with the flow of the kid Duppy riddims then I k** em with the sh** Yuppie feelings, Couldn't give a sh** Couple Shillings, now they think they're rich Never ever could they ever get em' Sever heads whatever I am ever clever dread Everybody k**er fill em up with lead? Are they realy really, is that many dead? Every spitter [] for the bread Are they really ready to go bury heads Does it matter, if its chatter What you gotta do to be a better rapper Wann coppy me cop a snapper How cute, little slapper Few riddles syllables spittin Jewls Spirituals, for the youth Take em' into schools turn them into fools Got them coming out thinkin that they {} Everything they hold everything they know Everybody got to be a better clone [Chorus: Akala] Who's f**in with me really sincerely I tell you to think clearly you cannot get near me Cos who's ramping with me really sincerely I tell you to think clearly you can't even hear me [Verse 2: Akala] Bloods flowing in my veins never tame Pain weighing in my frame never sane Players never changed games stay the same But the wicked wizard will forever reign Witty lyrics comin out my brain Sickest with the physics could never explain I am the bloody one no talk You're just a fraud like the courts Talk and they f**in talk and retort But what they're sellin I have never bought They wanna bloody yell about the law But they're the ones peddeling the war Blood to settle scores got to get the raw minerals Criminals with the law I am the f one are they dumb? Dh are my sons, send em to they mum Never spat a sick verse whip a gun If the fight come? Prolly woulda run You see couple tracksuits Couple black youths Couple fat suits And you think cos they talk tough That really mean that they trap food But the roads know what the roads know Only few rappers getting rolls tho Who cares if you can't flow tho I don't really watch for the show show [Hook x2] [Verse 3: Akala] Seen a drug addiction uncles sent to prison Capitalism inner city livin Av' a seat start from the beginning Story that im spinning it will never finish Glory that I'm giving it cannot diminish Cor he's bloody sick, take him to a clinic What you think it is, schizophrenic lyrics? What a prick he will never mimic Every single little fact that they have Rags in their bags that never has Ever made the subject of my track Though I may get fresh when I rap Or maybe not so bloody what Either way girls wanna clog And I got a car and I got a watch So what blud where your office? Where your knowledge bigger than a college If you haven't got it wonder in a forest Lost in your mind Lost in your soul Where you're going you will never know