Ras - Rap ft PdotO x Nveigh x Blaklez Lyrics

verse 1[Ras]
Loose change, keep your two cents
Am I payin' my dues? overdue rent
Y'all should play Face The Change
Dead Presidents
I bring a cool, calm,
collected groove to your residence
It's that mindfuck presedence
Put your twos in the air for real Hip Hop
I still leave evidence
That great exists between a fix ?
Tricks, fame, a dream
Kicks of chain
Don't get it upside down
In a fight with Foreman
I Cashius Clay to the final round
Boom-aye the rumble in the jungle's back in town
Early so they bravo sound, check my background
I stay widdit, real dames can claim hit it
No shame, I game did it
I made my name widdit, remain the same widdit
Insane, I came lit it, my aim to gain infinite
I am trained in it

verse 2 [PdotO]
I peep y'all through a periscope
Paralyse your every bone, you choke
Niggas parody, I'm parallel to Al Capone
I said I'm parallel to Al Capone
My passion is apparent
You impersonate a trapper's flow
Am I Pac with a pinch of salt
Shit is dope, maneuver like manure in a bag of coke
Shit is dope
This game ugly 'cause I put up with more shit
Porter party but I jump back like foreskin
My tracks make them fans come back like your bitch
Make your girl come back for more dick
I'm Jay Z 'cause I'm finna kill a hunnid mics
You J.Z 'cause you can't see your numbers right
Sammy Sosa a bad bitch I fuck with her tat game
But my lady probably inherit my last name
Whoo! Nkosi yam' Jesu Krestu
Resemble a Christ but not, yes, I bless you

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Ayoba nangumhlolo
Bazam' ukus' cingezela la eMjondolo
Ayoba nangumhlolo
Re ipatlela nyuku ntwana, kgale re sokol
Ayoba nangumhlolo
Bazam' ukus' cingezela la eMjondolo
Ayoba nangumhlolo
Re ipatlela nyuku ntwana, kgale re sokol

verse 3 [Nveigh]
Body bag anybody fam, I'm a beast and a bar smith
Not the kinda beast you share bars with
Beasting, more food and beer
So nobody, no crew could dare
Even fuck with my squad
If you want, mak'shube ke
Won't win 'cause against me, chemo therapy
Y'all be losing hair
Cats wanna speak about me in their dungeons
You ever seen a beam when it functions?
Raaa! So my brother why you faking
Funny 'cause I ain't seen the butter that you makin'
But you got lip, brother why you hating
'Cause besides dried fruit there ain't nothing that you raising
The beast is back, the animal got loose
The kid from Mamelodi East is back
And he a pick of the scum
And Like a porn star with cancer nigga
I'm as sick as they come

verse 4 [Blaklez]
Behind bars I'm a cool cat, true fact
Flow so precious the lines I spit are too fat
I move past these dudes fast
They don't know how to act
Always chase pussy, that't the problem with these new cats
I kicks it, best of the best shit
Knaamean, shake the crowd, Michael J Fox style and Ali
I don't walk on egg shells, I break you was Humpty
I'm dope and I give the whole audience the munchies
What happened to rap, these fuckers never fucked with us
They keep us in the bleachers so we gotta watch em fuck it up
I feel like Joe Budden in the days of Pump It Up
Gotta dumb it down so the radio can pump it up
So I gotta rap about the girls that I get
The money I got, the car that I'm in
The watches I cop, the bottle the models I pop
'Cause I'm tryna be hot
How do I escape this fake life that's in front of me bruh!

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