Diib feat Skorp – Kratos ( Lyrics ) Letra Diib Diib feat Skorp – Kratos ( Paroles de Diib “Kratos” ft. Skorap
Refrain: Skorap
Basique demos ?, ? kratos
C’est la démocratie, l Ighri9 w Aflaton
L9louba 7asla tonne
Nass m9esma ma b9atch l’atome
Ma b9atch l’atome
Couplet 1: Skorap & Diib
Sick times, fake socities streets ghi clowns
Sick times, ?
3ayef n9oul ?
? w fuck rap
?
Ghost moura sitar
Bro, tame3 ghir f fake god
Bar k7el w légal
Radi b lli kan, f such a sick time
? time revealing
You see I’m dealing with the villains
L’pétasse, no feelings
La méthode, we fuck it then we kill it
Machi taxe, ? golt lha roudini bro
Bi idni Allah nkemel ghir dini w go
3alem moulaya biya 7arbi sa7 machi talk
Khkouya fetna lbsala dyal lila tsali f sbitar
Kaytchebho fel mehzala 7na b3ad kharij l2itar
L’2admigha jowala kanrekbo l7ikma f ssiba9
Sir ne9i be3da l7ala bach teb9a
Refrain: Skorap
Basique demos ?, ? kratos
C’est la démocratiе, l Ighri9 w Aflaton
L9louba 7asla tonne
Nass m9esma ma b9atch l’atome
F such a sick timе ma b9atch l’atome
Couplet 2: Diib
Li ja kaysowwel 3liya ana fine ma tjawbouhch
Oustad m3esseb li ma 7derch kankhli dar bouh
Copiw França, zid ne9lo men wlidat Sarko
Ta goul gha yo! ngoullik l’flow dyalekk mnine sar9ou
Ha lli bayet bla 3cha, w ha lli kaydir fiha star
Li b7ali sme7 f 3e9lou lbare7 dreb f s9ef d dar
F afkari mafia fach nlou7ha yjik lkhbar
Lmachakil kafya kat7effi ch7al men zizwar
Ra 7dak lghwat jay nchouf gulli assi ach wa9e3
Ra zen9a ch3erha mbouclé bghaw ydirou liha séchoir
Li bine bnaadem w bine khouh ra ba9a dayra khwad
Dmaghi li kaych3el ddo, tri9i kamlou noir
Diib Skorap hip hop, rbe7na l’game forfait
Ta tekber 3ad gha ti9na, ki 9awanine Muphy
Gha nwelli njik logique, w nzid nedreb f wednik
Denya wel karma w li dertiha gha yddar lik khouh nit
Had l3am l9ana free, l7chich bghana kmi
B9at cherta fel batterie, wila fhemti lghana jri
Lwan l’Boca w Lego, slowly b7al Ricky
Dokho jerroh rideau, w chitan kaykiki
Outro: Diib
Hada 9issar f Roma, ktaba unique pro max
7obob clona, w lli sa7i 7ess b kerro na9ess
Alwan f chroma, f loun denya fekrouni
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Ahmad Abdelhamid – To2 w Mout ( Lyrics Letra ) | أحمد عبد الحميد – طق و موت Letra Ahmad Abdelhamid – أحمد عبد الحميد Ahmad
Check out the lyrics the full song with official video to listen to, Learn to sing this song. available for all countries Song lyrics not found: Submit the lyrics of this song.In the form! letras2.com
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Young Cardi – GOODFELLAS ft. Yun Mufasa & Yung Fume ( Lyrics ) Letra Young Cardi Young Cardi – GOODFELLAS ft. Yun Mufasa & Yung Fume ( Lyrics )
(Chorus: Young Cardi)
We don’t play by the books
With my fellas but ain’t nothing good
Don’t think all that fuck shit overlooked
Run up on you so its understood
We don’t play by the books
With my fellas but ain’t nothing good
Don’t think all that fuck shit overlooked
Run up on you so its understood
(Verse 1: Yun Mufasa)
Was paar K?
Wach auf und mach paar K remote controlling
Würd’ mehr erzählen über meinen Stuff, aber ist zu exposing
100k gemacht straight aus dem mud
Sowas ist selten, doch ich hab es ihnen gesagt
Von Anfang an noch mit den same kinda crooks
Bin mit ‘ner 10/10 city we serving looks
Cardi und ich Phantom whipping und nicht im Bus
Don’t run up on me vielleicht stirbst du beim Versuch
Cuz we don’t play by the book
(Chorus: Young Cardi)
We don’t play by the books
With my fellas but ain’t nothing good
Don’t think all that fuck shit overlooked
Run up on you so its understood
We don’t play by the books
With my fellas but ain’t nothing good
Don’t think all that fuck shit overlooked
Run up on you so its understood
(Verse 2: Yung Fume)
We don’t play by the books
From a younger I’ve been misunderstood
Now, I’m in LA smoking Kush
With my brother we gonna roll of these drugs
I came up for the slums yeah the mud
I was misunderstood
Selling white yeah the budge
Rolling round in the Hood
Keep the strap on me
Make it happen, cause a casualty
(Chorus: Young Cardi)
We don’t play by the books
With my fellas but ain’t nothing good
Don’t think all that fuck shit overlooked
Run up on you so its understood
We don’t play by the books
With my fellas but ain’t nothing good
Don’t think all that fuck shit overlooked
Run up on you so its understood
Monaleo – I Luv My Na ( Lyrics Letra ) Letra Monaleo Monaleo – I Luv My Na ( Lyrics Letra )
Chorus
Bitch, I’m back, I could never miss a beat (Yeah)
I would never miss a nigga (Yeah), I cut off, he missin’ me (Yeah, uh-huh)
Like, bitch, are you kiddin’ me? (Huh?)
I’m a player, this is me (The fuck?)
We not lockin’ lips but he still kissin’ ass and kissin’ feet
Verse
Yeah
Big L-E-O (Uh-huh)
I gave you hoes nine months to be exact (On God)
Ayy, I heard the shit you hoes was puttin’ out (Pussy bitch)
And long story short, the shit was whack (Ew)
Let me know how much that dick cost
Fuck it, I could pay for it (Uh-huh)
But I’m not Tems and he not Future, I can’t wait for it (No)
On God, bet he know this shit get wetter than the rainforest (Yeah)
Still ballin’ harder than them niggas up at Wake Forest (Yeah, yeah, on God)
I’m on my opps Instagram, bitches still broke (Bitch)
Still sellin’ pussy (Pussy), still ugly, still a damn joke (Yeah)
Still wishin’ they could take my spot but they can still choke
Still give a broke nigga the boot like a steel toe (Dummy)
I took a lot of hoes niggas know my time comin’ (Uh-huh)
So if a ho can take my nigga, I wouldn’t be upset (Slick)
I could never give up pussy on the first link
That nigga gotta grow on me like a Chia Pet (Yeah, yeah, uh-huh)
Ayy, I got a whole lot of money, that’s what BIA said (Yeah, yeah, uh-huh)
I think bitches super fuckin’ weak, they can’t be a threat (Bitch)
Pull up in some shit you never seen, it might be a jet (Ho)
When I come around, he pull his stick out like he Ja Morant
Textin’ hoes in vanish mode but I’m the type to take it there
Ayy, bitch, I’ma fuck Obama, I’m not playin’ (Uh-huh)
You don’t know me, I might kill that bitch and leave her layin’ there (Bitch)
Bitch, I’m the shit and I think it’s startin’ to stank in here
Excuse me
Say you gon’ slap me whenever you see me, you better just shoot me (Pussy)
Ayy, ‘cause when I’m on the scene I’ma shoot the whole shit up, Spike Lee style, it’s a movie (Yeah, yeah)
Bitch, I’m gettin’ groovy
Rainin’ on a weak parade bitch (Yeah, uh-huh) so it’s gloomy
Shittin’ on these bitches every day, absolutely
Gettin’ head like a beret that nigga sucked me like a smoothie
If you was tryna keep your nigga, why the fuck you introduced me? (Bitch)
Yeah, I’m that bitch, it’s my bloodline
Ayy, I bring the cannon for a bitch but this not Drumline (Dummy)
Ayy, he wake me up with Sunny D, he my sunshine
He lovin’ how a bitch rhyme, he lovin’ all my punchlines (Uh-huh)
He tryna tie the loose ends, he can’t stop the rain
Make a nigga feel it in his chest, he can’t stop the pain (Uh-huh)
Super fly, clean than a bitch, you can’t spot a stain (At all)
A nigga never gave me shit, not a thang (Dummy)
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Chorus
Bitch, I’m back, I could never miss a beat (Yeah)
I would never miss a nigga (Yeah), I cut off, he missin’ me (Yeah, uh-huh)
Like, bitch, are you kiddin’ me? (Huh?)
I’m a player, this is me (The fuck?)
We not lockin’ lips but he still kissin’ ass and kissin’ feet (On God)
Outro
I love my nigga and I think he love me
I love my nigga and I think he love me
I love the head and I think it’s lovely
Ayy, and he a slut so he could never judge me
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Capital Bra – Bra Musik feat. Ilatch & Ozan [ Lyrics ] Letra Capital Bra Capital Bra – Bra Musik feat. Ilatch & Ozan [ Lyrics ]
Songtext zu „Bra Musik“
Intro: Ilatch
Ja, ja, Bra Musik
Part 1: Ilatch
Ich muss nicht aufsteh’n so früh für ein’n Wecker (Nein)
War nie Klassenbester (Heh), studier du dein Semester (Ja)
Während Deutschland grad über mich lästert (Hah)
Chill’ ich im Jumeirah und bang’ deine—, heh
Haute-Couture-Faible (Ja), Bra Musik Label (Ja)
Neuer All-time-Favorite, Modus Mio-Playlist (Yeah-yeah)
Brauch’ nicht zu diskutier’n, weil du nicht mein Niveau bist (Niemals)
Meine Targets sind real so wiе Luka Modrić
Während ich noch lange vor (Ja) meinеr Blüte so viel Money printe (Money printe)
Etablier’ ich mich und bleibe so wie Druckertinte (Haha)
Sag mir eins, sag mir, weißt du, wie das Kobe schmeckt?
Purer Flex, stapel’ Cash
In meiner Welt ist der Rest der Menschen ganz schön klein (Ganz schön klein)
I-L in seiner Prime wie die Jackson 5 (Ahu)
Was soll ich sagen? Ich will niemals mehr woanders sein (Nein)
Ich pass’ hier rein, werd’ Legende so wie Kobe Bryant
Hook: Ozan
Fünf Kilo Hasch, vier Jahre Knast
Fünf Kahabs auf mein’ Schoß, vier geben Arsch (Ja)
Fünf Flaschen Woddi, misch’ mit vier Flaschen Saft
Ich mach’ fünf K im Monat durch ein Viertel von Batz (Brr)
Fünf Kilo Hasch, vier Jahre Knast
Fünf Kahabs auf mein’ Schoß, vier geben Arsch
Fünf Flaschen Woddi, misch’ mit vier Flaschen Saft
Ich mach’ fünf K im Monat durch ein Viertel von Batz (Hah)
Part 2: Ozan
Werd’ Legende wie Armando Maradona
Will sechs Stellen vor dem Komma, fick’ den Beat und das auf locker
Es macht bang, Bira, wenn der Kurdi mit der Kalasch kommt
Das ist echter Scheiß, lak, beiseite mit dein’ Schwuchtelsong (Weg da)
Es gibt kein Pardon, es gibt kein Sorry (Never)
Deine Kahba kriegt Doggy in der Fünf-Sterne-Lobby (Ja)
Also mach mir nicht auf hart, mach mir nicht auf Hood, du Semmel
Ich lass’ dich auf Moët-Flaschen setzen, du Nuttenbengel (Haha)
O-Z-A-N, General und Präsident
Ja, ich bin der Kiro, der in der Bank nachts den Tresi sprengt (Bira)
Mich siehst du nicht auf Partys, mich siehst du in Ferraris (Ja)
Mit mei’m Bruder Capi auf ‘ne Capri-Sonn’ Safari
Zieh’ euch Pisser ab, ich mach’ es im Sekundentakt
Meine Lines wie Plakka Hasch, den ich hab’ alles gut verpackt
Wesh, mein Bra hat baba Dry Sift, sorgt für Paralyse (Hey)
Geh nach Hause, du Schwanz, richte deiner Mama Grüße
Hook: Ozan
Fünf Kilo Hasch, vier Jahre Knast (Knast)
Fünf Kahabs auf mein’ Schoß, vier geben Arsch (Arsch)
Fünf Flaschen Woddi, misch’ mit vier Flaschen Saft
Ich mach’ fünf K im Monat durch ein Viertel von Batz
Fünf Kilo Hasch, vier Jahre Knast
Fünf Kahabs auf mein’ Schoß, vier geben Arsch
Fünf Flaschen Woddi, misch’ mit vier Flaschen Saft
Ich mach’ fünf K im Monat durch ein Viertel von Batz
Part 3: Capital Bra
Allah shukran, hab’ ‘ne halbe Mio Schmuck an
Leute denken, ich bin Illu’ wegen Eulen auf den Schultern (Ja)
Halt die Fresse, lass ein’n anboxen, ihr seid tam Fotzen (Alle)
Du hast Beef mit Rappern, ich hab’ Beef mit Clanbossen
Cleaning-Set für meine nagelneu’n Nikes
Ficke diesen Beat für meine nagelneu’n Signings (Ja, Bra)
Ah, wenn ich komme, bringt dein Hype nix
Du siehst Capital in Kosovo auf seinen Livegigs (Gib ihm, Bra)
Schwarze Jeeps (Woah), Neuner in den Jeans (Rrah)
Bra, wir geben Wetten ab, wer von uns zuerst schießt (Gib ihm)
Sorry, dass ich ihn erwähne, wer fickt wen seine Karriere? (Hah?)
NGEE kriegt kein Feature mehr, dafür sehr viel Schläge
Bratan, denk nicht, dass ich rede, roll’ im roten Panamera
Einer von uns war der Täter, fick’ nicht alle, ich fick’ jeder (Alle-le)
Wechsel’ kurz das Thema, Bratan, gibt euch meine Signings
Weil bei Bra Musik kriegt man nur Rolex, keine Breitlings (Brra)
Hook: Ozan
Fünf Kilo Hasch, vier Jahre Knast (Knast)
Fünf Kahabs auf mein’ Schoß, vier geben Arsch (Arsch)
Fünf Flaschen Woddi, misch’ mit vier Flaschen Saft
Ich mach’ fünf K im Monat durch ein Viertel von Batz
Fünf Kilo Hasch, vier Jahre Knast
Fünf Kahabs auf mein’ Schoß, vier geben Arsch
Fünf Flaschen Woddi, misch’ mit vier Flaschen Saft
Ich mach’ fünf K im Monat durch ein Viertel von Batz
Outro: Ilatch
Ja, ja
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Yara – Mosh Bimazagak [ Lyrics Letra ] (2023) / يارا – مش بمزاجك Letra Yara Yara – Mosh Bimazagak [ Lyrics Letra ]
Lyrics | كلمات
بلغني إنشغالك عليا و سؤالك
عشان غبت عنك ف خدت انت بالك
و دايما قصادك و تقلان عليا
و طلعان عينيه ف مشاهدة جمالك
شكتني لصحابي و قولت لصحابك
عشان اختفائي مهكر دماغك
شكتني لصحابي و قولت لصحابك
عشان اختفائي معكر مزاجك
لالا لا لأ حبيبي لالا لا لأ
لأ لأ مش بمزاجك
لالا لا لأ حبيبي لالا لا لأ
انت جيت ولا الهوا جابك
لالا لا لأ حبيبي لالا لا لأ
اهلاً مرحب بجنابك
لالا لا لأ حبيبي لالا لا لأ
اهكر دماغك ههكر دماغك
دوق يا حبيبي المر دوق
خلي الدم يجري ف العروق
حس بعذاب الحنين و الأنين و الشوق
يلي انت مولع ناري
وبتسأل عن أخباري
بوصل ليلي ونهاري
من عذاب الشوق
لالا لا لأ حبيبي لالا لا لأ
لأ لأ مش بمزاجك
لالا لا لأ حبيبي لالا لا لأ
انت جيت ولا الهوا جابك
لالا لا لأ حبيبي لالا لا لأ
اهلاً مرحب بجنابك
انت جيت ولا الهوا جابك
يلي انت مولع ناري
وبتسأل عن أخباري
بوصل ليلي ونهاري
من عذاب الشوق
لالا لا لأ حبيبي لالا لا لأ
لأ لأ مش بمزاجك
لالا لا لأ حبيبي لالا لا لأ
انت جيت ولا الهوا جابك
لالا لا لأ حبيبي لالا لا لأ
اهلاً مرحب بجنابك
انت جيت ولا الهوا جابك
Lil Durk – FCK U THOUGHT ( Lyrics Letra) Letra Lil Durk Lil Durk – FCK U THOUGHT ( Lyrics Letra)
Intro
Smurkio, I’m on 2.0, I can’t stop nothin’
(The Melody)
Smurkio, I’m on 2.0, I can’t stop nothin’
(DJ on the beat so it’s a banger)
I’ma give it to ‘em on another level
We on some other shit
Man, what?
Verse 1
Swappin’ murder weapons, this bitch too clean, must be the block gun (Go, go)
I can count yo’ shots with a clear clip, this a black drum (Brrah)
Knew you niggas was different, your mans booked and he ain’t got nothin’ (He ain’t got nothin’)
L’A killer asked can I pay for his lawyer, I should’ve stabbed him (Should’ve stabbed)
Them my baby threats, but they lil’ brothers, they some rascals (Go, they some rascals)
I know you my brother, I ask for money, you makе it a hassle (Yeah, yeah)
High likе Adderalls, they overshaped, somethin’ like the capsules (Go, somethin’ like the capsules)
Fuck her from the back, I grab her throat, she tryna wrestle (Go, go, come here)
Died in front of yo’ bitch, she could’ve saved you, she had a tampon (Go, mhm-mhm)
I’m the only reason you still alive, you better believe it (Go, mhm-mhm)
I be smokin’ dope gas, bro roll up the Chevron (Go, dope)
I done gave ‘em money, they bought cars and weed and Hemron (Go, yeah)
Keep it P, we ain’t run our mouth to no block, this shit Lamron (This shit Lamron, nigga)
Say you ain’t the jakes, but talk to rats all on your platform (This shit Lamron, nigga)
I go hit for hit with your biggest rapper, he only got one (Uh, yeah)
I can go money for money with your biggest rapper, but he ain’t got none (Go, go)
Pre-Chorus
I’m the only thing in the way, they tryna slide on me (Tryna slide on me)
Lil’ bro thirsty to pop out with the Drac’, he ain’t find one (He ain’t find one)
Told lil’ bro I want niggas with names (Go), he ain’t find one (He ain’t find one)
Ask yo’ block who they catch with a name, they ain’t find one (Let’s get it)
Chorus
Fuck you thought? (Go)
You can’t blame me, I done put in too much work (Yeah, yeah)
Fuck you thought? (Yeah)
Only reason they know your name because of Durk (Oh, yeah, yeah)
Fuck you thought? (Yeah)
You tryna slide just to slide, that shit don’t work (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Fuck you thought? (Yeah, man, what?)
Verse 2
You say dead niggas they say what’s back, that shit a boomerang (Go, go, go, pussy)
Don’t go live around me, I’m in war, just make a boomerang (Fan-ass niggas)
Hundred K on veneers, I want a grill, I go to Johnny Dang (Yeah)
I ain’t drop no tears, I’m so serious, ask my mama, gang (Ask my mama, nigga)
Credit was fucked up, I put my Rolls truck in my mama name (Skrrt)
Tried to take a pipe case for my dawg and I was seventeen (Want some more)
Lil’ DOC, ain’t even make it, I put my brother name (I’m on coke)
Hundred bands, it’s fallin’ out every pocket, I need a rubber band (Go, go)
Told Lil Pooda, he better go get it with Mooda (Go), but he ain’t understand (Yeah, yeah)
Ask Lil Boona, that money ain’t hit my account, I did the money dance (Yeah, yeah)
Half the niggas I was fuckin’ with ‘cause they J Money friends
Goin’ West, we damn near caught a flat, we stuck on Hermitage (Go)
How you jump on Clubhouse, tell them niggas what your brother did? (Snitch-ass nigga)
Lawyer great, you should’ve seen they face, I gave her another ten (Gettin’ money, nigga)
I’m nothin’ nice she ask, “Can I cum twice?” I think of another bitch (Yeah)
Eleven kids, I claim my sister kids and all my brother kids (Yeah, yeah, what?)
Pre-Chorus
I’m the only thing in the way, they tryna slide on me (Tryna slide on me)
Lil’ bro thirsty to pop out with the Drac’, he ain’t find one (He ain’t find one)
Told lil’ bro I want niggas with names, he ain’t find one (He ain’t find one)
Ask yo’ block who they catch with a name, they ain’t find one (Let’s get it, go)
Chorus
Fuck you thought? (Go)
You can’t blame me, I done put in too much work (Yeah, yeah)
Fuck you thought? (Yeah)
Only reason they know your name because of Durk (Oh, yeah, yeah)
Fuck you thought? (Yeah)
You tryna slide just to slide, that shit don’t work (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Fuck you thought? (Man, what? Go, go)
Ren – Love Music Letra, Part 4 ( Lyrics ) Letra Ren Ren – Love Letra, Part 4 ( Lyrics )
Love music part four
I feel like sometimes some ideas are just a little bit overdone, d’you know what I mean?
Don’t even know what to rap about anymore, I feel like I’m just getting older and more cynical
We’re all gonna die anyway, fuck it
Chorus
Oh yeah put the rap game in a chokehold
Sometimes I might get a bit loco yeah
Feeling kinda sick in the coco
And I don’t really feel right
Oh yeah feeling kinda antisocial
I think I’m gonna blow Chernobyl yeah
Going off the grid and I’m postal
And I don’t really feel right
Verse 1
Testing, testing, mic check please
And I’m back for part four ‘cause I killed part three
And you still know me, still the same OG
But I’ve been low key ADHD
‘Cause I get distracted as the world collapses
From the wars that we wage to the COVID vaccine
I was born in an age where ozone’s cracking
I been off the stage, I been away from rapping but
I’m back on my feet
Back on the track, I’m attacking the beat
Back with a baseball, bat flow sweet
Ratatattat, I’m a rap athlete
I’m the don diggy don when I burn like the sun
Fee-fi-fo-fum jack my beanstalk off in your mum
Just for fun with her knickers half on
Give her wonton soup ‘cause she wants some cum
Chorus
Oh yeah put the rap game in a chokehold
Sometimes I might get a bit loco yeah
Feeling kinda sick in the coco
And I don’t really feel right
Oh yeah feeling kinda antisocial
I think I’m gonna blow Chernobyl yeah
Going off the grid and I’m postal
And I don’t really feel right
Verse 2
I’m a reprobate
I’m in a public park while I masturbate
And I don’t put out till the second date
By that I mean put her in my basement, wait
Giggity giggity, it’s polygamy rap
Give her the lickity flickity while I’m beating her back
She gets giggly wiggly when I go in to tap
And I’m the god of fertility when I do it like that
Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers
I picked up the letters of the alphabet and pulled apart then put together
Finger licking chicken I’m dipping flipping the architecture
Do it better rap professor, kill a track then resurrect the
Tip of the top of the hip and the hop and I’m ripping a drop when I dip in the spot
And I’m dripping in relevance, I am a veteran, better than most of pick of the crop
I mutilate a broken break, communicate with stupid pace
Now wait
When I do it like that with the flow then you know that I’m cold
Colder than cold, I’m sub-zero
Got that Yeezus flow, make your penis grow
“Oh Jesus bro, why’d you stoop so low?”
Well maybe I’m a little bit immature
I use jokes just to cope ‘cause I’m insecure
C’est la vie, what will be, what has been before
Will repeat and repeat on the beat, oh Lord
I’m sorry, Halle Berry lujiah
Halle Berry do ya wanna show ya hooters?
Lick my monster balls and start a rumour
You can give me head like my name was Henry Tudor
Boo yah, back on the beat
Kill a Backstreet Boy with the back of my feet
She text back your boy for some meet and greet
In the backseat boy I’ll be slapping her cheeks
Kill ‘em when the bassline go
Kill ‘em with the suicide flow
Kill ‘em with a four by four
Killing ‘em wherever I go
Kill ‘em with the rhythm that I’m kicking with precision
I’m efficient with my vision, I’m a villain with the flow
When I kill it kill it kill ‘em I’m killing with ambition
Demolition, a magician turning tracks to gold
Chorus
Oh yeah put the rap game in a chokehold
Sometimes I might get a bit loco yeah
Feeling kinda sick in the coco
And I don’t really feel right
Oh yeah feeling kinda antisocial
I think I’m gonna blow Chernobyl yeah
Going off the grid and I’m postal
And I don’t really feel right
Outro
Oh yeah put the rap game in a chokehold
Sometimes I might get a bit loco yeah
Feeling kinda sick in the coco
And I don’t really feel right
And I don’t really feel right
