Testo B.O.M.B. Exclusive - A-Q
Testo della canzone B.O.M.B. Exclusive (A-Q), tratta dall'album B.O.M.B. Exclusive
I understand why they hate us
Since Kaduna Nzeogwu I've been plotting with majors
Label politics brought the Eastgaad to save us
I know the game's divided but the civil war made us
Though our brothers may betray us
This ain't no tribal war can't let opposition invade us
They can marginalise but can never masquerade us
They can have Afrobeats, Hip-Hop is not for Pagans
This is the new anthem, not that crap government gave us
Razor thin, focus of a Laser beam
Every time I raise the mic precisely how I raise my kin
Every time I blaze a joint, I'm smoking on like 30 cats
Every time I lace a joint, I put that Fentanyl in raps
Time is lucid, they still recouping
I'm distributing what I'm producing
I'm in sky with The Jetsons, I'm cloud computing
Itchy fingers I might pull it my arms like Putin
Going nuclear every rapper gets a bomb exclusive
I'm dropping loosies they still deluded I found the blueprint
It's counterintuitive to count me out I'm counting stupid
They cliquing up on an album let me ease your stress
All those verses fall short like Jesus wept
You're missing steps I'm getting lifted this is God tear
From my lips to God's ears resurrect to God tier
Blood-pumping stomach churning feel the Nausea
When I drop there's no warning I'm coming for warfare
I'm riding solo
Big steps, killer moves
All that talking they got me rapping like rent is due
They keep on plotting I push the button and cut it loose
Boy I'm ready let's keep the predicate in the booth
Look left, right, left again before you cross me
Touch your head, chest, right and left shoulders when you cross me
I carry the cross you got on some fake Jesus piece
I carry the weight of the crucifix you're on some stupid shit
Empty threats of a crack addict I laugh at it
Shroud of Turin, I'm cut from that fabric
It's outlandish, fact has it, the tax bracket is different
Do the mathematics, they pushing back their albums
Cos they can't match it
Mad at it, I'm back in business and they can't stand it
When it rains, there's no motion like lag traffic
I'm from a place where we got the most pastors out
Got more than one SIM card, more than one bank account
Only cos the trust is out, you're asking me to trust you, how
I know the cause is for the clout, lies come out your bloody mouth
Like homey said he bought the beef
I know that talk is cheap, but if you talk then talk on beats
I'm dumping till they're obsolete, I'm off the leash
They clicking 40 deep, the plot is weak, it's nothing sweet
Raps got no pidgin (pigeon) like the Sporty Thieves
Left me for dead cause of my pen like Saro-Wiwa
Now check delivery, every letter bomb like Dele Giwa
They drowning in streams and rivers and clowning in these arenas
And thinking it's competition, my mind is on something deeper
My rhyming is way more slicker, it's fine to be unbelievers
Just know, I'm the interpretation of you lofty dreamers
I'm riding solo
Big steps, killer moves
All that talking they got me rapping like rent is due
They keep on plotting I push the button and cut it loose
Boy I'm ready let's keep the predicate in the booth
I'm riding solo
Big steps, killer moves
Lord forgive me, I got this fire that's burning in me
All my enemies you're coming with me
Who want it with me
Who want it with me
All that talking they got me rapping like rent is due
Who want it with me
Who want it with me
Boy I'm ready let's keep the predicate in the booth
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