Akala - Quiet Storm Freestyle lyrics

Akala mhm storm's brewing
Listen roll with us or get rolled over
Waitin' for something real cool
The wait is over them other niggers is liars
Talkin' 'bout violence they ain't rhymin'
They singin' hit notes higher than Mariah
Bonfire upon informer no love for the Po-Po
I bite like pitbulls
Y'all do what you're told though
I'm loco, I'm cold bro
Feel strong as a Volvo
Like the rush the first
Time smokin' that coco
But nah (I don't) touch dem ting
It's common sense though
'Cause (that's) where things don't go
No no you don't want it
(For) your sake I hope so
I don't need a clique I'm a ten man solo
Super-thug? yes I fear nobody
Probably learn the hard way:
Get hit with a shotty
There's no gangsters no more
Bredrin can't you see
Anybody will get it if it's really beef
You either real, or a dick
I'm far from a chief
I got Oxford scholar knowledge
And I'm merely nineteen
Am I lyin'? you you tell me
I bleed and breath
Growin' up ma mommy's tears
Was a regular scene
Now it's that pain I use to feed my dreams
To stack cream
And to achieve more for my seeds
Best believe I'm like nothing you seen
Too raw got you shook like you was seven
And you first watches "Jaws" i'm the best
Bring any man you can find
I'll hit him so hard I'll seperate
His thoughts from his mind
Back from his spine the rhymes of
A shot from a nine
It's up to you blud it's your choice not mine
You want peace? I will teach
That's my mind frame you want beef?
I'm wantin' more heads than the rain
Best be dreadin' i mean what I said
They goin' out like armageddon
Only want my mum in church for weddings
For that reason beefin' is high treason
I be squeezin' till your
Breathin' turns to wheezin'
Machine's stopped beepin'
Heat make you taste defeat 'n
I won't lose 'cause I don't mind cheatin'
There's no rules
Whoever said there was is a fool
Nine to five, five to nine
Gotta hold that tool
'Cause these dudes are snakes
Sheeps posing as wolves
Real niggers live by respect
Forever stand tall i'll tell you straight
I pray for better days but as far as today
Gotta stay with a sick mindframe
It's not all gravy, niggers is shadey
I train daily like the Royal Navy
It's not for ladies
It's incase I get knocked by the old bailey
'Cause jail? one-on-one street? gun-to-gun
Little niggers is tiresome but
Back on this music, everybody lay low
I'm 'bout to blow that volcano
Shock you like quiet storm brewin'
Rappin' since the days of Patrick Ewing
Best thing on the track since Carl Lewis
You a rapper? best get your tape out now
('cause) when I come out
Trust me I'm bound to shut you down
So you're fcked up now
If you're not down with our sound
Gimme a pound on ma crown
I'm done with this shit, I'm taking a bow