Yeah Yeah Yeah
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Yo, mm, yeah There's a lot of talk, who flow the meanest Work it out, it don't take a genius, uh Spit my thesis, talkin' ceases Rappers act sick and I got the treatment Expose actors, similar to a cinema You're not factors, similar to a Dillinger Your whack tracks ain't got skills Add to that the fact that you're not real Talk 'bout gats, say you make caps peel But they fake raps, you get slapped in your grill Stop lying to buyers I'm tight as pliers with the science, ahahahahaha The roughest rhymin' Tough as diamonds, fuckin' blindin' You must be high as kites Figured you could fuck with the nicest I'm off the scale like Hampstead house prices So hot, the summer seems cold So hot, the flow boil liquid nitro What you're hearin', the best thing since bread sliced Nigga with charisma, that'd turn a dyke That's why I've had more blows than opponents I might get hoes don't know that I flow Blow out components and mics, I'm oh-so nice It's not a rumour, it's the truth, blud, so If he talkin' like he's hard Don't believe him, pull his card Tell him: yeah, yeah, yeah If you've really had enough That's okay, call his bluff Just tell him: yeah, yeah, yeah And if your boss is talking shit And you really wanna quit Tell him: yeah, yeah, yeah Anybody, anywhere Chattin' rubbish in your ear Just tell him: yeah (yeah), yeah, yeah (yeah-yeah-yeah) They say that I think I'm the best, I'm far too arrogant I ain't the best, I'm beyond comparison Think you're good, but you're not Couldn't get close to me inside a phone box Why spit? You're shit with the diction Plus your whip's and clips is fiction That much of a killer? Why you rhyming? I think you're porky pieing If you had dough, you should own shit, not sign it I think you're porky pieing Tryna be G when you're soft as PeeWee That greezy talk see through to Stevie I mean it, believe me, to me, this easy You find it hard, I can hear from your CD I'm the best, can't put it more simple Plus pretty thug, women love the dimples I been had gyal, like Saddam or Bin Laden I'm kinda like a pimp just no mink dragging I'm a nigga's nightmare like your ting jamming I'm a skinny little nigga with the heart of a dragon Unstoppable, mission impossible Logical, I'm the one, ask the Oracle Legend like Christ and the 12 apostles Got more lines than Whitney's nostrils Talkin' like he's hard Don't believe him, pull his card Tell him: yeah, yeah, yeah (he's a kidder) If you've really had enough That's okay, call his bluff Just tell him: yeah, yeah, yeah (that's right) And if your boss is talking shit And you really wanna quit Tell him: yeah, yeah, yeah Anybody, anywhere Chattin' rubbish in your ear Just tell him: yeah (yeah), yeah, yeah (yeah-yeah-yeah) If you a baller, cool, rap about But it's no Puffs in England so shut your mouth It amazes me, these rappers are so dumb Get they advance and think they Trump I spit like guns, tongue the speed of a chopper I don't really care, you're a shotter Youth, dem a blow your brain out 'Cause you got your chain out So what real good is a name now? Watch, no face, trust me father Young never dumb, that's not Akala The Don Dada, none flow badder Walk tall as a ladder, and I talk with swagger Everything I do, poetry in motion Deep, like a puddle to me is the ocean Cause convulsions, like voodoo potions Ramp with the Sultan, I find that insulting That's a Nova racing a Ferrari That's your little clique takin' on the army Be a legend when I die, like I was Bob Marley Marcus Garvey or Muhammad Ali 'Cause I'm droppin' knowledge like Oxford scholars Not bad, considering I didn't finish college I'm here now, your noise is void All you so called hot boys paranoid No paragraphs parallel, this is paradise I'm a paragon, leave you parasites paralysed My parables parachute here to Paraguay It's paramount you don't fuck with I The flow kicker, go-getter Show ripper, pro-spitter, natural-born winner Sicker than liquor in livers Iller than Jack-the-Ripper Killer spitting riddims big as a gorilla, nigga These bitter niggas bicker but I'm bigger than that I'm tryna fold figures big as Jigga and that I'm focused, man (no, no, no) If he talkin' like he's hard Don't believe him, pull his card Tell him: yeah, yeah, yeah (he's a killer) If you've really had enough That's okay, call his bluff Just tell him: yeah, yeah, yeah (that's right) And if your boss is talking shit And you really wanna quit Tell him: yeah, yeah, yeah Anybody, anywhere Chattin' rubbish in your ear Just tell him: yeah (yeah), yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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Song Details
- Duration
- 03:51
- Key
- 11
- Tempo
- 74 BPM