L-Tido - Blacksuit lyrics

Somebody tell me why these lames
Try to push me i don’t usually give a fuck
But I’mo eat this pussy
First Black Les killed you now
I gotta cremate you
Dead meat a memory card can't even save you
Yeah I never been rich and hella paid
I’m far from a knockoff my
Whole style is tailor made
How you gon talk about balls
Like we rise dick
When your chapped lips stay on C-Live’s dick
You always looking for attention
That’s a dumb approach
Coz you always loosing like Bafana’s coach
I never lost a battle I remain flawless
Your girl’s a ho she’s been on
More trains than a tourist
Damn AKA you stay getting paper chicks
Coz love blind you like when the sun eclipse
And stop talking about my ex
Man that shit’s over
Lulo Café is eating my left overs

I got my black suite … check
My shirt is clean… check
My shoe shine… check a brand new tie … check
Now where you going … to AKA’s funeral
Now where you going … to AKA’s funeral

How you gon holla about Maggz
Being a hype man
When he’s the reason that your
Song has some hype man
Ain't no question that my me
And my crew is hot
That’s why we make hit's like
Snipers on the roof top
You ain't nice I don’t know who gassed ya
When you drop you won’t sell
Like sunblock in Alaska
Faggot I’m passed ya you can’t succeed
I don’t care if you part of
IV you not in my league
I mo’ expose you and give the
Public taste of the truth
You don’t really make beats you just
The face of the group
For only rap swag and you
Ain't got a crew player
My songs touch more souls than a shoe maker
Let’s get personal about your
Cousin with the mould i know you hate Da LES
Coz he fucked your cousin?
And you jealous coz the boy
Is getting plenty of cake
Stop lying cock sucker I ain't 28

Yonke ikasi know Tido’s gon’ bury K
Man this boy is going down like Mary J
He’s light as a feather and
I’m a heavy weight so how you claim you the
Best when you barely grade
You better ask around we run the city dude
Glitz Gang is an entity and I
Ain't talking about your kiddy group
How you say I’m made in China when you a fake
You’s a bitch you probably
Sit when you urinate
Coloreds don’t relate to you
When you make tracks
I asked about you they don’t know
You in the Cape flats
And Eldos and Westbury is ashamed of you
From the picture in your eye they
See the lame in you
You’s a queer and a looser I’m the predicate
If winning battles was sex you’ll be celibate
Somebody tell me why would IV League try us
When the IV stands for infected vaginas