20 MKS ESSAY – derrickwithaexclamationmark Lyrics
VERSE
We ain’t wasting time, we hoping straight into bed with it
Fuck this instrumental up, after care init
I’m in cahoots with the government of wananchi to send away the oppressive regime
If I speak my two cents, would it be enough for my ransom?
You’re probably thinking I’m wanting to be provocative? Hm
The one time you’re right, now left
One plus two equal Four? Your calculator don’t count— and so does your opinion
(Fucking government bloggers)
Think we can’t recognize badly cooked up food
My cuz even sent me to apply, ha!
Hapa hakuna hook
It’s plеnty of fish in the sea, I swim with Kobe
So hizi sharks ziki-keep onе-mile distant rule
Hizi samaki zote is all on me
EXCLAMATION MARK
20 Marks essay on how great I am, the boy anajifeel himself
Sanaa, mwaka wa kuwa bully— kama Kenny Lamar/Joey Bada$$
Funny you thinking I’m lacking values, as you
Now you wanna pinpoint my indiscipline?
Incorporate me in your indiscipline speeches
I find you indiscipline for what? Finding me indiscipline!
Her silhouette make me angry, you’d think she made by Yoko
I bully you, if you give me the key, bet
I’ll consider leaving you be
Probably drop you off in Luanda
Four AM; nikiingia kwa disco, wanajua ni matanga
Finest broads, and dance floor; two things you can never separate
If I didn’t have money like you. I’d salivate!
But I ain’t!
I don’t blame Otero
You’d do as he, in the same situation
Everyone got a price, so why you mad?
Only that his buy was cheap? I mean, don’t blame the man
You ever thought who was the engine behind the idea?
Aaah, you preach so much!
Haaallelujah!
And I hope that message hit home
If the King run the kingdom, you only but his servants
Easily execute-able
Shout out to my cuz George, gave me ideas; how to rule the jungle
And now I’m gonna own y’all
You really should consider other options
That bitch ain’t yours, why you sensitive? Check your feelings
You’re probably cracked to the root, come on check your fillings
And y’all better start playing art on the radio
Kina Willy Paul inafaa hata wakule snob
Check your feelings
If I had a spirit like Kibet Bull’s
I’d probably change supper to noon
Fuck your norms I’m a wannabe goon, he hope to drill and plant a seed
Secular me, I’m high much spirited in touch with the Lord
That’s why I can say fuck you!
Hypocritical, you forgot about the brown envelope, purpled up
I did admire the red grass
Tell you what, it’s not always greener on the other side
And I have seen it with my own two eyes
Now they Picasso wannabes, their art facade
Saying no to the clown, (cha giza hakiwezani na light)
They even gave the man a doctorate
Twenty millions papers wasted on a Sunday
Now he showing the ignorant buffoonery syndrome
A sycophant with two big balls, gargling in his throat
It gon bite you
(Ay, who’s that?)
Uhm, that’s derrick!, the greatest rapper alive
I made a upgrade from pornography to graphic porn
Shit, and I ain’t started yet!
I startle y’all emcees, make you bop ya heads
And drop your jaw on this next bar-
I’m untouchable like Larry Madowo
This is black excellence
Black shine brightest
Black and successful, this black man meant to be special
I can see jealousy in their eyes, and lies disguised in complements
Who amongst us is the goddamn imposter?
Shit, your symptoms are showing— I see you got that syndrome huh?
Ho, all you talk is muck and mire
I got a reaction out of you like, “dang”
I gauge why your mouth stink cow fart
Your hand ain’t really unbeatable
And fuck Bill Gates (wait, what?)
Still every morning I open my windows!
Allow in a fresh air, you other artist are not evolving
Y’all wanna oversaturate a genre, milk it more than a toddler
I snatch the boob outta your mouth
I’m not claiming my goodness but I caught Yesu bumping my music
I’m not claiming braggadocio, but Yesu told me God love what I do with my talents
I multiply them, and my return is two fold
Bare knuckles got much talent, need no boxing gloves
The question would be, “is your face talented enough”
The question would be, “is your face really talented enough”
