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dvk - rapper tings lyrics

[intro: jamieson price and david vincent]
woah! yeah!
can you keep up with my speed?
can you handle my power? let’s go!

[verse 1: dvk and vikta mirage]
taking a toke as i munch on the queen cake
lame flows abundant these days
i call these tings rapper tings, ’cause i’m not a rapper
if i was, this isn’t some sh+t that i would rap after
’cause that could only mean the last chapter
sip on the beer then rip up your career, dash it in the trash after
what you know as a disaster? standing against me
now you’re just dead meat ’cause you thought you were matching my talanta, uh
they stop him on the streets
dude who brings laughter with the jokes and on the beats
heaping tributеs on this master
all my f+cking bars, imbued with sl!ck factors, yours simply sh+t stanzas, uh
premiеr mic grasper
when i step up on the scene, it’s like the winds scatter
your favourite rapper’s just a limp actor, f+ck the chit+chatter
leave them ass flat like a rich pastor, then i had to dip faster
just recovered from a cold but i’m still spitting sick rhymes
to reach the level that i hold, need like six lives
i pray corruption be eroded during this life
those shady gluttons have been leaving us a thin slice
of the cheese, and to those who paid the grim price
rip, f+ck the p+o+lice
’bout to have another go, she wants to hit twice (eh+eh!)
bit the shawarma roll, then i gave her the big knife (eh+eh!)
[verse 2: vikta mirage]
or a dagger to your neck like physical and violent threats
send your family ransom texts
you’re gonna pay for your cheap and random flex
pull your skirt down bahati, when you wear your dress
we’ve got children to protect from you fairies and freaks
parents cyaan sleep, stressing over school fees
and even though we’re praying for our daily bread
we still can’t afford milk or eggs
selling porridge and ugali from december to diwali
just to earn a few pence, barely making this month’s rent
rapper tings stand for fake rappers
and fake rappers stand for many things like faking it and lacking loyalty
before you know, friends become enemies
could be over dough, hoes, or just plain jealousy
forever keep fakers in a state of agony
in jehanam is where you’re wallowing
and i wish you choke to death anytime you be swallowing
and speaking my name in vain
viktari hatari, nawakanyaga chini ka miguu za farasi au nyati
kuanzia mwanzo hadi tamati
nawa+pressure kama speed ya safari rally
we safari ushaienda si ya mbali
labda ka umetumwa dukani
ununue kiberiti, chumvi, na packet ya sukari
[verse 3: dvk]
juzi nilitoka home kutafuta nare
and i was scoping all the pretty hoes hapa na pale
kuna wale bumping boy from tandale
and three guys on bikes doing wheelies straight from valley arcade to kaw+ngware
plan kila day is getting cash paid
clap a bad dame, run a set against a jack+8
twenty f+cking months i’ve spent away from that stage
had some sad days but i’m hapa making mad plays
taking in the sunset with my chick up in jinja
tick the nile off the bucket list, take a picture
pushing p after dinner
mauled the coochie with my d+ck, so now i call him simba, uh
rappers think they’re cold, nice, ’cause they happen to
shoot videos with old mics on the avenue
you’d rather find another act, son
took a sh+t and wiped my ass with the cover for your album

[verse 4: vikta mirage]
wash your paws after using the latrine
you must be stupid abusing the rules of hygiene
that’s how you get infected with the illness
vikta mirage never leaves any witness
instead i leave chicks wet, satisfying fetishes
pulling panties to the side and peeling off fishnets
vikta mirage is a brand you can trust
rapper tings predicts fake rappers won’t last
selling your soul for gold, grammys and plaques
and then diddy rubs baby oil in your ass
buju said f+ckery’s what they’re selling us
but vikta’s too broke to be wasting cash
so many wars but your challenge is a tiktok dance
so many questions that i really wanna ask
are we farmers now? so many industry plants
you think the world is yours? i think the world is cursed
[verse 5: dvk]
feeling blessed, i’ve been doing great lately so
might f+ck around and circumnavigate your lady
probe her with toys off drinks from the liquor store
then smoke your joints like king when he puts you in a figure+four
all i do is craft k!ller songs
slide thinner thongs, get behind bigger causes
a winner, never score less, bars flawless
abhorrent how i always serve them like it’s lawn tennis

[verse 6: vikta mirage and dvk]
forget wimbledon when i take ’em to court
i’m the judge, jury, and the executioner, the gavel falls
you get sentenced
that’s the reason you’ll be hanging like saddam hussein’s neck
i come from a state where you must own shares
corrupt state of affairs, the courts are never fair
since gen z, ma+youth wengi wamepotea
na wale waliponea, macho walijionea
murder, kidnapping
mother ana+cry her only child died for nothing
bodies over river nyando, sura zimechomwa na acid (f+cking b+tch!)
bodies, river nyando—

[outro: dvk]
me, i’m not a rapper, you guy, get that sh+t right
that’s why i called this one “rapper tings” you guy, ’cause me, i’m not a rapper, you guy
me, i just rhyme
you rappers are f+cking wack, man
you guys have some weird f+cking agendas, doing sh+t just to get famous and sh+t, me, i’m just
rapping about some random sh+t on some dope ass f+cking beats, you guy
get the f+ck out of here with that bullsh+t, you guy
what the f+ck?

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