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Shakespeare

Nigger listen, when I spit on the riddem, I kill 'em

Raw like the Ball of Brazilians

You don't want war, 'cos the kids brilliant

Blood, I'm the heir to the throneNot William, Akala, smart as King Arthur

Darker, harder, faster

Rasclaat, I kick the illest shit

It's like Shakespeare with a nigger twistLyricist, I'm the best on the road

Nitro flow, oh so cold, I'ma blow yo

Keep the hoes, I only want dough homes

Nobody close, I'm alone in my own zoneNo no love for the po-po

Loco when I rock mics solo

I hope that you know, where you don't go there

Want it with Bolo? Must be cocoIt's William back from the dead

But I rap bout gats and I'm black instead

It's Shakespeare, reincarnated

Except I spit flows and strip hoes nakedNo fakin'-test my blood bruv

Its William, back as a tug 'cuz

So real the shit I kick now

Plus I don't rite, I recite my shit nowStraight from the top, expert timin'

On top of that now, the whole things rhymin'

No more tights, now jeans saggin'

If I say so myself, I'm much more handsomeDon't ever compare me to rappers

I'm so quick-witted that I split em like fractions

My shit, I tell em like this

It's like Shakespeare with a nigger twistI get you pumped up

Feelin' like you drunk, drunk

When my beats bump, bump

Lyrics hit like skunk blunts blood, nowAll the shit I kick, so crazy

There ain't no ifs and maybe's

Spit poetry so shady

For lords on road and my hood ladiesPumped up, feelin' like you drunk drunk

When my beats bump bump

Lyrics hit like skunk blunts blood, now

All the shit I kick, so crazyThere ain't no ifs and maybe's

Spit poetry so shady

For lords on road and my hood ladiesI'm similar to William but a little different

I do it for kids that's illiterate, not Elizabeth

Stuck on the road, faces screwed up

Feel like the world spat 'em out and they chewed upIt's a matrix, I try and explain it

But on a real thoe still ready blaze 'em

No contradiction just face it

They so enslaved, they are worse than a agentI grace stages, sharp as razors

Don't get cut 'cuz, keep ya distance

No artillery, tryna' be militant

Y'all dudes killin' me, think that ya killin' itIt's embarrassing watchin' you babblin'

Keep spittin' ya darts, mine is javelins

The hood Tiger Woods too milly

Number 1 for so long, it's just getting sillyShit kinda like Bruce wit da knuckles

Like the first time ya ever saw Ali shuffle

You don't trouble, left layin' in a puddle

Bruv you are havin' a bubbleI'ma whole different kettle of fish

Thou shall not fuck with dis

My shit, I tell 'em like this

It's like Shakespeare with a nigger twistI get you pumped up

Feelin' like you drunk, drunk

When my beats bump, bump

Lyrics hit like skunk blunts blood, nowAll the shit I kick, so crazy

There ain't no ifs and maybe's

Spit poetry so shady

For lords on road and my hood ladiesPumped up, feelin' like you drunk drunk

When my beats bump bump

Lyrics hit like skunk blunts blood, now

All the shit I kick, so crazyThere ain't no ifs and maybe's

Spit poetry so shady

For lords on road and my hood ladiesTo be fair, no MC close to the man

Little just come youth's jumpin' out of they pram

Everybody badman, behind a mic stand

It's not creative, one bag of hype

And if you buss a ting, where's the mash?Move so much food? Where's the cats?

These dudes ain't real, they just rap

I don't spit what I don't know

Just the facts, no talks of rocks I ain't soldShots I ain't blown, my business ridiculous

Sick with it, quick witted

Companies head to head an liquidate it

Welcome to illa state, meet ya fate mateTalk truth but we don't play games

Move sick, look sample techno

Never pull a ting, if it ain't gonna let go

That's that, rap track, clap ya like a black gatBack chat, crack back

I'm the nigger, that's that

The rest of these kids is irrelevant

Don't compare me to himThat's just beggin' it, I'm on my own shit

Dicks ain't spit, it's no democracy, dictatorship

So dicks hate my shit, I'm sick, raise ya spliff

I'm swift, blaze em quick, my hits, major shitI flip phrases quick, my sick razor shit

Give thick grazes quick and chicks say he's Cris

It's not a rumor that kid Akala

No, not Ackala, beg ya pardonDon't get it twisted

Your on the sideline like a mistress

I'm the whizz kid with the sick shit

My shit, I tell 'em like this

It's like Shakespeare with a nigger twist

Songwriters

Matias Ivan; Borrmann Robert; Safinia Reza; Martin Andrea Monica; Kingslee Maclean-daley; Edmund Louis ClementPublished by

ELSIE LOUISE PITTS MUSIC;BUTTERMAN LAND PUBLISHING;SONGS OF UNIVERSAL, INC.;RONDOR MUSIC (LONDON), LTD.;SONY/ATV TUNES LLC

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