Lakim - f** Being Polite (Free of Style) lyrics

[Produced By Lakim] [Intro] DIAS! Something like thats 3-5-8 over two days 3-5-8 over two dias Yeah, before i slept Afro-Brazil coming soon Lakim Goldlink [Verse 1] s** a dick you f**ing prick I hope you get sick and die of AIDS You full of sh** you f**ing b**h Don't bleep my fouls Bleep your name called (bleep) Crazy chickens, insane wizards and witches This simple message is hidden in bushes like crippin' krypitc (hold up!) I do this for my blood You know battery sh**, when it's low I show no love Don't flattery me b**h I got the chancery to Mastery Like Robert Green, the 21st century Mozart I strategize tragedy like Oedipus Flow with ease like gravity Don't bullock my fantasy Why you f**ing with my love Electric Circus, Common Buzz Electric circuit, she's pulls the plugs Like Dr Taylor, paging God While I hunt the devil like Kraven no Jason n***a I'm running a race on broken roads "you sane?" they ask Cuz I say we can fix the tracks with bolts Lighting never strikes twice But yet I'm shocked n jolted with a one bite But never I shy, I never cry The first cut is deep Nada foi um mesmo [Break] Minha alma canta! Você pode me ouvir?! Yeah yeah I think I have more to do I think I can rap some more AkinG Kalld Pedro, yeah 3-5-8 over two days Dias [Verse 2] And as you're smoking, choking, rolling While getting that golden token I'ma school on some sh** That so very f**ing important To Akinola Jordan Pedro my name Is well... balanced AkinG Kalld Pedro the best You see I got the talent check it I got no malice And I'll be damn to push ton But last time I checked, I was dope n***a Last time I check, I was Abgnale Jr Loser I sue ya if you take anyone of my future concepts f** a feature from drake Don't want no Canadian f**ing my dame That's why I had to find lady that doesn't take care of fame And thanks me later like I came late You're too late, my peers are getting signed While I'm trying to reach the baby in the skies The Salvador, I ride with Christ Nothing was the same So hear me recook up a phrase Bourdain please explain AkinG Kalld Mastermane is the Underbelly of the beast that I can really pray Abolish the hate, new slaves c**aine Hipsters and hoes at a slow rate But win the race, Usain I'm mentally ill A beautiful mind That Sybil split shrine Yeah impersonate, two face I a**a**inate your fave then turn around and save Them thots from jokers, Ra's, bane, freeze! As I change to something that suits Bruce Wayne I batemane, like Charlie Day k** the horrible bosses? but instead I'll work my way Convert them who*es to virgin Mary mate Soon I'll be pulling them strings Cuz Pinocchio's nose already knows I never lie and never say no to being on Cuz I'm going backwards forwards towards upward Never lower my standards like I'm Bing Chandler Just a friend of a friend Providing a Kryptic letter mane But....