مرده

Listen, it's Nolay aka Bella Gotti, yo

Every chick wanna be bad

So they rap about experiences they've never had

Their boy's seatbelt is the closest thing they gettin' to strapped

And she ain't ever chipped a nail and yet she's spittin' 'bout crack

They got 'em gassed she think she bad, lookin' like a bag of money

If that's the case bitch then you're a big sack of pennies

My niggas make it rain, I'm dancing in the rain

Gene Kelly

, and every box they drop has smelt smelly

Had my black hair swinging like I'm straight from New Delhi

My niggas hit him up while he was pumping Mackaveli

Out the Bentley

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I'm spitting for the fun of it

So please don't tempt me, I get a kick out of making all these fucking bitches resent me

Look at my time in this game, it's lengthy

Confidence? I've got plenty, strut like I'm an untouchable

Knowing Capone ain't sent me

Chill with the realest chick all day

She my reflection, my shadow, her name's Nolay

Uh, Uh, listen yo, uh

Good afternoon, you can call me uncle Akala the flow father

With a mind that work much like Assata's, I'm turnin' rappers to martyrs

Look how they're tremblin', begging and everythin'

'Cause they do know what their level is

But I ain't a gentleman, I will dismember 'em

Ever malevolent bredrin!

Who said you could ever win

Must be adrenaline overcoming the evidence

You can bet I will pepper 'em definite

Definite and the weapon's intelligence

Wish I could tell you it's difficult

Clearly it's effortless

Hear me rap, I'm totally fucked

Your flow is celibate

Look how I riddle a rap

Quick as a pig would attack

One little black when he ain't strapped

And his hands is cuffed behind his back

Fact that I riddle a rap

That is so lyrical that

Pitiful chaps cannot not react

'Cause my defence is to attack

I triple your spittin' like Britain when building

The empire that they acquired with killing

You're simple like bloodin' and cripin' in Britain

Are we that unoriginal

Can't even find our own reasons for killing?

And that's what you're callin' a villain?

When you know the criminals chillin'

Buyin' a government, stackin' a billion

Look, Tottenham to Clapham I slap 'em for slackin'

Attack 'em with [patented?] passions of rappin'

So all of the chattin' you're yappin' - back it!

Or, I will go back to the habit of

Taking nations daily

Enslaving babies, like NATO paid me

MC even dream that he slay me

I'll show you where his grave be

You can't fade me, no conscience, like occupation Israeli

Your occupation is lazy

You look great pushin' up dasies

See my strength is too great

You can't fade me

Even if they try for a couple of centuries

Like they did to Haiti

For breaking the back of slavery

I'm taking it back to basics

A beat that's bangin' and bars

That's harder than the heart of Satan

They're lookin' like Harlem, shakin'

After me givin' 'em half a pacing

I dare you to laugh the other half will break a part of the matrix

There's too much danger

We ain't friends

Pesci in Casino, end a man's life with a pen[Verse 3: Deadly]

Listen, yo

I'ma come through looking all whammy in that shirt

Now I'm attractive just like a gally in a skirt

I'm from a place where niggas bury hammers in the dirt

So many niggas are nuts that insanity's just a word

When feds try and block me on that move

When I come to lick them jewels

Scratch that, slam it in reverse

I can tell you what happened

Cah I've done ripped the bird

I can let it all out

I ain't canning these worms

My whole circle's full of real niggas

Man have did the dirt

Man have yanked man up

Some man have did worse

Man have licked man down

Man have jacked man's work

Man have yapped man's line

And took over man's turf

When them blue lights flash

Man are rallyin' them curves

We link the gally, make her put the whammy in her purse

Niggas getting this twisted

Talkin' like, me and them are friends

Just because they mentioned [?] in the verse

I was stackin' that away

For a rainy day

I caught that bird and I knew from…

Listen, I'm saying…Listen, hear me out, yo

I said you catch me on that same vibe

Round about the same time

Don't smoke bud but I'm with my homies that stay high

Soaking up the fumes from when I was around yea high

Leaving Saf's yard so twisted that I don't say bye

Niggas gassed 'cause there be two chicks in the same night

My homies be two sticks in the same five minutes

Empty two clips in the same ride

We might pringle your wig because we aim high

Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, you bringing this back or what?

There's still some riddem on this, yo, yo yo yo

Yo, causing damage, call me Brad the Impaler

Hate and I'll give you air like a asthma inhaler

Every line brings you one step back to your maker

I'm the kind of guy to buy land, and gamble an acre

Hey yo, how's that for a sound wager

I'm Jay Z on the dub I'm a pound caker

Brian Eno, Phillip Glass, a soundscaper

I'll be about later if you want a bout later

I've got expensive drive like Addison Lee

In Manchester I can travel in a taxi for free

Step out the car they don't ask for the fee

I say safe and then I bounce so you could never try chatting to me

Because, everybody with sense knows I'm a raw spitter

Disagree then you suck dick like Rawzilla

I'm a lion, you ain't got a roar in ya

Me steppin' in your booth, that's a automatic four figures

Favouring green tea over liquor

Your family's playing my EP over dinner

I roll studio and record a motion picture

My content's catered like I already know the listener

People have said I've sold out, and it's all chat

Because I'm off key but never fall flat

Your favourite nightclub's a venue that I've toured at

Promoters stay by my feet like a door mat

College girls in the States tellin' me where the dorm's at

Skype account so busy it's signing out, store that

Because I'm in the morning, I forgot ya

I'm out and about adding heavyweights to my roster

You think your record deal's gonna help you prosper

This shit goes to pot the second they forgot ya

You sold your soul for a figure that was pricey

But I'll never let a clause in a record deal define me[Verse 5: Ghetts]

My baby mother says I'm immature

She four years younger, what the fuck she think I'm with her for?

She told me get the hell out, I'm packing, I need a minute more

Hold on, you say you want me gone, so who you cookin' dinner for?

Mmm, that looks good, I'm staying

When I said you weren't a good cook, I was playing

Come here, give me that good good, what you saying?

Don't tease me, let me push my hood all the way in

Sometimes, I wanna argue for the make up sex

Need it in the morning, or I'll spend the whole day upset

If I'm the man of your dreams, then you should wake up wet

I'm surprised not one of our neighbours really hate us yet

Look, whoa, they say the walls have ears, babe

There's four and they all can hear, babe

Wow, I say the ceiling has feelings

It must be lean, cuh the smoke's right beneath it