M.I Abaga - You Rappers Should Fix Up Your Lives lyrics

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M.I Abaga - You Rappers Should Fix Up Your Lives lyrics

You need to 'llow the Rizzler And what you been drinking bruv? You need to 'llow it bruv Cause right now yeah? You're losing right now You're taking Ls I should be close to retirement Couple more years be retiring but None you of you rappers inspiring None of you pa** the requirements I can’t retire yet, damn... Who gonna fix the environment? (Is it you?) Ya’ll got me coming back switch on the sirens Still on my J-O-B none of this rappers can fire me I can’t retire yet, damn... You rappers should fix up your life (fix up your life) You rappers should fix up your life (fix up your life) Ya’ll getting k**ed by the south (the south) I guess am in this sh** for life (for life) I’m still the one that you look too (look too) You need me to figure sh** out You rappers should fix up your life Fix up your life (damn) None of you rappers is real enough Once you blow up now you switching up That’s why these fans are not feeling ya’ll SA rappers out here k**ing ya’ll Bruh, when I was out here performing I held the country down I held the city down real You rappers are under performing I swear it’s a shame it’s a pity no real Rappers are singing now just to get popular (yuck) I just been watching like I'm at the opera I should’ve brought my binoculars ‘Cause I don’t see nobody dope I don’t see nobody great I don’t see nobody serious ’bout taking my place Ya’ll should be slapped in your face This is your big hommie telling you n***as to wake Wake, wake up, fix up your life (smell the coffee) You rappers should fix up your life (okay) ‘Cause ya’ll getting k**ed by the south (hmm) I guess am in this sh** for life (for life) I’m still the one that you look to (look to) You need me to figure sh** out You rappers should fix up your life Fix up your life Ten years later and am still the one Training you rappers like Paddington My flow is too cold grab a cardigan Lyrics still church like the Vatican Ya’ll out here panicking All I created is vanishing Nobody moving mhen, ya’ll are like mannequins Omo let’s bring a mechanic in Maybe you rappers can rap again Are you rappers omo we don’t know again Mhen ah pausing your tracks ‘cause no more flow again How come we don’t hear any bars? Omo streets dey yan say rapper no dey blow again But I switch up my flow again Anytime I think am done they like go again And so I do it, make dough again But all of you n***as are broke again I’m doing this for the culture You need somebody to coach you Ya’ll need the truth Clark Kent, Clark Kent we need superman So I had to get in the booth We out here getting ma**acred This is your general calling to check with the troops I made this sh** easy for ya’ll I laid it off the board You messing up my alley oop, ooou! Fix up your life [?] Isn't it ironic how the adulations of millions can be so alienating Which is kinda ironic in a way It is Feel loved by so many but feeling so alone Because Because there's no intimacy That! There's no intimacy And for them you aren't a person You become an object Of their fantasies, of their projections, of their idealisations You aren't really a person Hmm And that's what celebrity is all about It's creating people into objects of adoration

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