Rashid Kay - How To Emcee lyrics

I flow like a Reeva but I never won an Oscar The steel in my hood will make you run faster Make a wish when you see Oscar P, that's a shooting star Lyrical Pistorius cruising on bars n***as is paraplegics You couldn't run my city if we hosted Paralympics For airplay I would have done that "Versace" flow a long time ago But I wouldn't stoop that low Is that suppose to mean something cause you rap in Tsotsi Taal? The only sick line you know is the queue in the hospital Nowadays cats be claimin they're on fire - liars Either you're in hell or the crematorium This is a one-man pandemonium I'm from the neighbourhood Called "I Wish A n***a Would" Then I moved to the precinct Better known as "Oh Hell No, b**h You Didn't" When I die I want all my exes to carry the casket of mine So they can let me down for the last time Nowadays everyone is taking a ride Politicians on a gravy train Rappers on some New Age Kwaito bandwagon Listen to the man rappin Mr. Rashid is living proof - it can happen If I win a battle against you - it was expected If you lose a battle against me - you still get respected I'm the R the A the S to the H.I.D If I wasn't, I must have got the fake ID If I'm the underdog, you's a top b**h Be careful who you f** with I pack nines in Parrebellums Rap lines that go over your cerrebellum I drop one verse better than your whole album I collapse the building on those who worship Rands and Nairas Me and Rap go together like Scams and Naija Everytime I write I Murder Ink like my name was Irv Gotti Your music? Play it at my funeral - I'll listen over my dead body You versus me - How the f** you win? I'll put you on your d**h bed and tuck you in Don't even talk about guns The only 4-5 you know is the one hold when you're masturbatin I'm hatin Broke n***as thinkin they keepin it real Dope n***as never reachin a mill Now stop talkin sh** on Twitter, we can battle Put your money where your mouth is, take it to Scrambles You see? I'm a grown a** man and I hate rumours I had groupies back in high school, you's a late bloomer You been selling bullsh** but I'mma make you payback the money like Jake Zuma f** the criticism! I should be on your top 3 list on lyricism My metaphors are meta-8, I'm heavyweight I measure eight on a Richter scale The Son God is rich with them punches I smoked too many rappers, now I eat their b**hes for munchies I'm sick like a Syphilis You must be wearin a Guess watch - you don't know what time it is You ain't runnin sh** n***a, the streets we run them f** it! I'm out like a used condom