Lyrics

[Verse 1]
****, listen, when I spit on the rhythm, I kill 'em
Raw like the ball of Brazilians
You don't want war, cor, the kid's brilliant
Blood, I'm the heir to the throne, I'm not William
Akala, smart as King Arthur, darker, harder, faster, Raasclaat
I kick that illa shit, It's like Shakespeare, with a **** twist
[Verse 2]
Lyricist, I'm the best on the road, nitro flow, oh, so cold, I'ma blow yo'
Keep the hoes, I only want dough homes, nobody close, I'm alone in my own zone
No, no, no love for the po-po, loco when I rock mics solo
I hope that you know, where you done go though? Want it with Bolo? Must be coco
It's William, back from the dead, but I rap about gats and I'm black instead
It's Shakespeare reincarnated, except I spit flows and strip hoes naked
No fakin', test my blood, bruv
It's William, just back as a thug cous'
So real, the shit I kick now
Plus I don't write, I recite my shit now
[Verse 3]
Correct, straight from the top, expert timin'
On top of that now, the whole things rhymin'
No more tights, now jeans saggin'
If I say so myself, I'm much more handsome
Don't ever compare me to rappers
I'm so quick-witted that I split 'em like fractions
My shit, I tell 'em like this
It's like Shakespeare with a **** twist
[Verse 4]
I get you pumped up
Feelin' like you drunk, drunk
When my beats bump, bump
Lyrics hit like skunk blunts, blood, now
All the shit I kick so crazy
There ain't no ifs or maybes
Spit poetry so shady
For lords on road and my hood ladies
[Verse 5]
Pumped up
Feelin' like you drunk, drunk
When my beats bump, bump
Lyrics hit like skunk blunts, blood, now
All the shit I kick so crazy
There ain't no ifs or maybes
Spit poetry so shady
For lords on road and my hood ladies
[Verse 6]
I'm similar to William but a little different
I do it for kids that's illiterate, not Elizabeth
Stuck on the road, faces screwed up
Feel like the world spat 'em out
And they chewed up
It's a matrix, I try and explain it
On a real though, still ready to blaze 'em
No contradiction, just face it
They so enslaved, they worse than a agent
[Verse 7]
I grace stages, sharp as razors
Don't get cut, cuz, keep your distance
No artillery, trying to be militant
Y'all dudes killin' me
Think that you're killin' it
It's embarrassin' watchin' you babblin'
Keep spittin' your darts
Mine is javelins
The hood Tiger Woods, two million
Number 1 for so long, it's just gettin' silly
[Verse 8]
Shit, kind a like Bruce with the knuckles
Like the first time you ever saw Ali shuffle
You don't want trouble, left layin' in a puddle
Bruv, you are havin' a bubble
I'm a whole different kettle of fish
Thou shalt not fuck with this
My shit, I tell 'em like this
It's like Shakespeare with a **** twist
[Verse 9]
I get you pumped up
Feelin' like you drunk, drunk
When my beats bump, bump
Lyrics hit like skunk blunts, blood, now
All the shit I kick so crazy
There ain't no ifs or maybes
Spit poetry so shady
For lords on road and my hood ladies
[Verse 10]
Pumped up
Feelin' like you drunk, drunk
When my beats bump, bump
Lyrics hit like skunk blunts, blood, now
All the shit I kick so crazy
There ain't no ifs or maybes
Spit poetry so shady
For lords on road and my hood ladies
[Verse 11]
To be fair, no MC close to the man
Little just come youths jumpin' out of they pram
Everybody badman, behind a mic stand
It's not creative, one bag of hype and
If you bus' your ting, where's the mash?
Move so much food, where's the cats?
These dudes ain't real, they just rap
I don't spit what I don't know, just the facts
No talk of rocks I ain't sold, shots I ain't blown
So cold, and I own my own
My business ridiculous, sick with it, quick witted
Companies go head to head and I liquid it
Welcome to Illastate, meet your fate, mate
Talk truth but we don't play games
Move sick, look, sample techno
Never pull a ting, if it ain't gonna let go
That's that rap track
Clap you like a black gat
Back chat, crack back, I'm the ****, that's that
The rest of these kids is irrelevant
Don't compare me to him
That's just beggin' it
I'm on my own shit, your dicks ain't spit
It's no democracy, dictatorship
So dicks hate my shit, I'm sick
Raise your spliff, I'm swift, blaze 'em quick
My hit's major shit
I flip phrases quick, my sick razor shit
Give thick grazes quick
And chicks say he's Chris
It's not a rumor
[Verse 12]
That kid Akala, it's not Ack-a-la
Beg your pardon
Don't get it twisted
Your on the sideline like a mistress
I'm the whizkid with the sick shit
My shit, I tell 'em like this
It's like Shakespeare with a **** twist
[Verse 13]
I get you pumped up
Feelin' like you drunk, drunk
When my beats bump, bump
Lyrics hit like skunk blunts, blood, now
All the shit I kick so crazy
There ain't no ifs or maybes
Spit poetry so shady
For lords on road and my hood ladies
[Verse 14]
Pumped up
Feelin' like you drunk, drunk
When my beats bump, bump
Lyrics hit like skunk blunts, blood, now
All the shit I kick so crazy
There ain't no ifs or maybes
Spit poetry so shady
For lords on road and my hood ladies
[Verse 15]
I get you pumped up
Feelin' like you drunk, drunk
When my beats bump, bump
Lyrics hit like skunk blunts, blood, now
All the shit I kick so crazy
There ain't no ifs or maybes
Spit poetry so shady
For lords on road and my hood ladies
[Verse 16]
Pumped up
Feelin' like you drunk, drunk
When my beats bump, bump
Lyrics hit like skunk blunts, blood, now
All the shit I kick so crazy
There ain't no ifs or maybes
Spit poetry so shady
For lords on road and my hood ladies
Written by: Andrea Martin, Edmund Clement, Ivan Matias, K. Maclean-Daley, Kingslee Daley, R. Boorman, Reza Safinia
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