[Verse 1: ALXNDA]
I gotta pray for guidance and forgiveness
Ionno which one I need
I gotta go Ham because these bars I'm bout to spit
Is a little fraction of so many things that I could think
Y'all probably wonder and asking now who the hell is this?
Name is ALXNDA I'm trying to be seen
Steady repping KOGI and Benin
TEDG be the team
And I'm hard to the teeth
5 foot 6 yeah I'm short as you can see
Cause I'm a Born sinner
Belligerent God killer, the Godzilla
I'm Triplicate like Bob Dylan, the lone spitter
Over the years, I've grown sicker
Metaphorically, I rip the air out of your own system
You plead your flows in church just to get a mass appeal
I can even court your girl to show you that my bars are real
Babies talking crazy I spilled champagne in their cereal
I can over populate hell with these guys I kill
Cause I got passion like pastors preaching bout paying for grace
When I put pen to paper, I'm painting pictures of pain!
Paramedicss please proceed you ain't moving with pace
Cause People probably passed out they all around the place
I see so many fake guys, not even authentic
Fake lines, fake lives, fake likes, ain't it?
So when I'm "inside sitting"
Omo i'm outstanding, my bars tiny
I'm out shining, rappers like glass lining
[Verse 2: Ziggy2G]
Thinking of a master plan
Trynna make the whole industry start demanding the man
Couple of old rappers sitting on the palm of my hand
I Just might put em all in a trash can
Man I'm just bragging
Boy I'm trying to make this rap thing pop
They hating and wondering when the flows gonna stop no...
They getting fucked like the hoes that i got
And imma keep it fire till my last tape drop
Now check, UGH be the reason
A nigga stay hot in each and every season
Rappers better know dissing me is a treason
They think they got bars I put em all in a prison
Do you feel me? stay hungry like a grisly
Hardcore rap but deliver really easy
Someone said the path i chose was really really risky
I made it through and showed em that
Nothing could come against me
Been through late nights scheming
No sleep but day dreaming
Hit a joint and blow the smoke straight up to the ceiling
They notice I got the feeling
The secrets that they concealing
I step to the microphone and my lyrics is so revealing
I'm killing these niggas
[Verse 3: Lord G.E.M]
My passport looking like the face of a mumble rapper
Niggas is fronting, tough talking, then they humble after
You want a story of my life, well he’s a bloody chapter
I put my city on the map as I come up with rappers
I am from a country, where nothing’s funny, but hot and sunny
And dummies are stealing honey’s undies for the love of money
What a pity tho, ain’t no love city bro
Boys are not smiling, squeeze face just to get the dough..
But nonetheless I’m getting paper quick
Just Copped a new whip for my chick
The same color as Taylor Swift
Hey baby come on and take your pick
Or better still pick any place to sleep for our vacation trip!
Pause, And realize we not the same
I ain’t messing with you mortals
I'm a god amongst you lames
So you cocky Dames, better stop with all the games
When things fall apart, the gods are not to blame
I don’t care man, I crush chair-man or break tables
Fix up your life? Better fix up your damn label!
I’m a glitch in the system, when I speak better listen
Get choked off the smoke I unleash in the kitchen
Woahhh, I paint pictures with the poems
Lay scriptures in my scroll
Never change, Same nigga
Only difference is the OS
I’m too blessed with this
Urinate on your corpse
So at least you can rest in piss(peace)
[Verse 4: Duno]
Am placing my palm in front of the sun
It's pitch darkness
Am bringing the Armageddon on these rappers
Separate the goats from sheep, facts from garbage
I can't find no art in most artistes
These wack vets acting like they pack cheques
Bragging that they reigning like a weather aspect
In the mid-term, I break these rappers, they classless
Am on point like the compasses in maths sets
Smash heads, hip-hop or whatever
As long as they talking less skill and more cheddar
Proud little peacocks learning to spread feathers
They can't spit, can't deliver like dead letters
You can bring your best but with just a single verse
I got all you people falling back like Taribo west
Am dribbling, try to tackle me, I cripple legs
It's the evil vet, hotter than the reward for sinfulness
Hell, blazing and impossible to chill
Yes am in the house like a Tortoise in it's shell
Competent and ill, whenever I deliver
You can be certain a bomb is what is in the mail
And that's why they envy me
The MVP that's tight to the nth degree
I earned degrees, the only MC with two MSc's
The 1897 massacre re-engineered
