Akala - Sixteen 16's | Ep 3 lyrics
[Akala - Sixteen 16's | Ep 3 lyrics]
Life’s a bitch then ya die right don’t ya?
But if you don’t die right
Where does your soul go to?
Harder than the questions of life
I will approach ya
Two fists up by my eyes like i'm suppose to
Smokin' more than every fiend in Camden town
If ya ever believe that I’ll be
Beat by a hand me down, bloody clown
Ever since Cuban linx came in on import
Been sharper than swords so I
Can reign within this sport
Look at me now, Dessalines with the machete’
Take a slavemaster head off
Quick if you let me
Bet me everything you own clone
But this bloody throne’s stuck to
The back of my arse like sweaty boxers
Steppin’ in my zone homes
No, I suggest you don't
You can't budge me an inch
Much less get him off it so stop it
No profit Come off it you little novice
They don’t make ‘em like this anymore
We rap scholars
But if you don’t die right
Where does your soul go to?
Harder than the questions of life
I will approach ya
Two fists up by my eyes like i'm suppose to
Smokin' more than every fiend in Camden town
If ya ever believe that I’ll be
Beat by a hand me down, bloody clown
Ever since Cuban linx came in on import
Been sharper than swords so I
Can reign within this sport
Look at me now, Dessalines with the machete’
Take a slavemaster head off
Quick if you let me
Bet me everything you own clone
But this bloody throne’s stuck to
The back of my arse like sweaty boxers
Steppin’ in my zone homes
No, I suggest you don't
You can't budge me an inch
Much less get him off it so stop it
No profit Come off it you little novice
They don’t make ‘em like this anymore
We rap scholars