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c-slake - ckn ii lyrics

underground rebel, they’re calling me an outlaw
taking rappers’ heads off, your throne is what i’m out for
i’m rugged and i’m dogged, no stylishness or grandeur
ending feuds with one punch i never ever start war
slake es fuego
earl,
es rubi es opalo
earl,
es diamante es zaffiro es soldado
i am not the usual , i’m a lyrical commando
time to burst your bubble, your doubt is missing a shadow
the people saying that i’m wack pro’ly heard my old flow
or downloaded just one track and feel that i’m a no-no
i’m begging you to p-ss me off you know that is a no-go
i’ll spaz on your brain, get you confused and toss you like a yo-yo
men, f-ck this generation and d-mn you people hating
i know i’m on a mission i’m trying to get a rating
my battles are my wars and
i’m trying to pull a forlan
got no time for a loss time
that sh-t is unimportant
ride with me or buzz off
success won’t be a one-off
i’ll do this sh-t without u, just run with me or jog off
i’m after the money f-ck all these lame -ss n-ggas and f-ck love
it’s total or nothing, i’m feeling like the young cruyff
a coup is about to start
where i’m from we don’t deal with stats
we just keep going and going cos we know you can’t deal with that
n-ggas giving promises but they never ever holla back
somehow i can sing and rap
guess what? i can sing a rap
c.k.n the second…half of you still don’t get it
bohemian commander if you are having beef just dead it
cos the things i do are brutal, no emotion like i’m brutus
huh huh
we seek the truth and say it, and only god can mute us
i’m african and proud, with a military mind
hate the state of this rap game i’m taking dignitaries out
this riddicc is ridiculous, half of it’s a story
i’m the answer to your prayers but half of you don’t know it
i can rap slow i can rap fast
i can sing a bit, i can tongue blast
spit punchlines, tell stories
go lyrical n drop phonies
c.k.n is back
get tied to your seats and grab a gat
like timberland, with shock value i’m sure to flabbergast
slake the slaker slaking thirsts
bake a cake with words i said
spitting c0ke
and spilling dope
get them high from tete-a-tetes
snap a brain
and slap a dame
snap again
they can’t remain
pack a cane
they’re panicking
one hit to say “slake’s back again”
you fear my prime
you fear my time
you fear my hunger for a grime
you fear my lines
you fear my kind
and i’m a sucker for a crime
guns blast
leave a hole
c-m last
imprint my pole
interpol – the pinnacle
make history y’all liverpool

- c slake lyrics

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