The Outlook’s bright, that’s the Word, all I do is Excel
And Casey Anthony rappers, my flow should be on the pill
The Lyrical Dangote, even Aliko couldn’t get on this ‘bill’
Last year I watched this from my office – now I’m here – Surreal!
Pray for me, I’m spittin’ in a sick way, and I’m (Azikwe Nnamdi) – Truth!
Yeh “We Are Africans – Awoo!”
But the rap crown was roaming (Roman) and so I ceased her (Caesar) – Poof!
Talking ‘racks on racks on racks’?
‘Maybachs on bachs on bachs’?
Not stopping ’til Fortune companies hire Blacks on Blacks
Dagrin and Amy Winehouse, RIP!
Now “Back to Black” E.T.
I B-E-T that if yo B C’s D’s (b****/baby sees these)
She will press ‘pause’ (paws) on me, like I’m E-V-E
The sickest lyricist to spit it infinite in minutes is winning would dream it like Hakeem but now like Brixton I’m “innit” (in it)
U see I sawed this beat, its now an eye sore in the I.C.U.
Buzzing ’bout who the best be(e)?
I’m all 3 … Minus 2!
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