「Lyrics」
KHALI CARTEL 3
ft Bey T, Breeder Lw, Silverstone Barz, Rekles, Chiwawa
「Lyrics」
KHALI CARTEL 3
ft Bey T, Breeder Lw, Silverstone Barz, Rekles, Chiwawa
[Verse 1: Steph Kapella]
Pella
Young killer still holding the belt, I'm undefeated
Oh you thought you bad like Mike, you can't beat it
I got everything they want, yup, I'm what the game needed
Only way you catching up is in the plane seated
Got the city on my back like I owe taxes
I've been dreaming so long, I got a old mattress
Half of y'all screaming real just some strong actors
Tryna make it to the top with the wrong address
Shawty so wet ana flood River Road
Shawty thick akicome kuna jam Thika Road
Nikishikashika shawty anawika poa kisha najitoa
Tuma text nimefika poa
Haya bas' wacha nireverse, wacha nirudi kaz', wacha nirudi verse, wacha nirudi bars au sio?
Wacha warehearse, wacha wadiscuss, wacha wa-adjust
Mi sinanga noma wacha waji-jazz
Big shoes to fill and I gotta go fill 'em
Y'all couldn't walk a mile in my old Filas
Tryna get a nigga back in his old feelings
But a nigga got goals and a couple gold diggers
Pressure don't phase me
Pesa don't change me
I can go a lil crazy but that's the on-stage me
I don't need a gold chain, can't nobody chain me, contain me and can't nobody tame me for real
Now if dey want more, I got more fire
Dat amazing and blazing that more fire
Like a bonfire, like I'm on fire
Ukinitaka utanipata na ma[?], Yeah
[Verse 2: Twenny Eights]
Locked him up and I'm praying they let my dude home
Outside trappin', they ain't coming back till the food gone
If you tryna hate then go type it up under my new song
I ain't tryna go to the same places that you goin'
Niggas gon' hate you no matter how much you do for 'em
Promise you April am hopping up in that new foreign
Timmy my budd' ain't nothin' I won't do for him
Keep it one hunnid, I fire back and shoot for him
I don't care you decide either you or your man's gone
I don't like water but really I need my chain frozen
Blow about a quarter and pass it, if it's me smokin
Homie got the strap long range with the beam focused
Cocaine powder with baking soda the catalyst
Coke game Prada I fill my hands with the cannabis
I don't wanna have I disappear like a magic trick
OG's see me, they telling me I'm immaculate
Hotels, lean and I never could have imagined this
I came up eating and sleepin' on pissy mattresses
On the edge, niggas say we beefing but they calling Feds
I ain't said I know her, I seen her and I got some head
Had the Motorola, ain't no chauffeur till I got the bread
Police pull us over you gon' ride or you gon' hide instead
I don't beef with rappers I think most of them be hella red
Niggas started hatin' in the city when I wasn't there
Seen em in person acting different now they sorta scared
Ain't no competition in my city shit ain't really fair
[Verse 3: Timmy Blanco]
I'm mister body bag everytime that I hop on a beat I be catching a homi'
Don't understand how niggas be talking if you got a problem you know where to find me
Me and these rappers got nothing in common, they not on my level that's a reminder
I'm not even spitting I'm dripping saliva
Running up a cheque and I'm fucking up commas
Pockets are bigger than Christopher Wallace
What you expect, Timmy the best, go over the top me eating
Rappers for lunch they catching a mess
Keep it a hundred not fifty percent
Make so many moves that they thinkin' it's chess
I get my piece then I coming for extra
Who you know better that's really the question
Mention my name and you giving them pressure, woah
I only speak to the cash, hello
Point out a rapper, he's next to go
I'm into killin 'n tag and toes
All these niggas is little me-s so I let them play in the little league
Call me the chef I grill a beef
Bring it straight to your door like deliveries
How many bangers a nigga need to drop in this fucking city to get some respect?
How many beats a nigga got to kill for you niggas to see that I'm nothing to mess with?
I don't think they really getting the message then
F it, imma just keep on finessing it
Life is a bitch with some ass and tits, I like me a bitch with some ass and tits
I need the Rolly on freeze, shout to my nigga Khaligraph
But I'm competitive. You're not the only OG
Niggas is gangsta only on beats
You want a verse I need thirty at least
We used to do macaroni and cheese
Now we do different Italian feasts
Told you my side is where everyone eats
Heaven or hell you got two options
You don't belong in the booth, stop it you
You taking the L like a new driver
You don't make the cut like a new barber
Boss nigga so I move proper
Big cheque when I'm shoe shoppin'
Escobar me, I'm too poppin'
Thug life, I'm 2 pac'n
Fat stacks need new pockets, double and triple my crew profits
If you don't like me, go do somethin'
I'm the one with the juice poppin'
[Verse 4: Katapilla]
I do the game right like Khaligraph sex song
You playing your shit? Fans are swiping to the next song
They used to toss me back and forth like a ping pong
Nigga thought I was a weak, wondering how I'm getting this strong
Everyday see the boys elevate
All my niggas riddin' with me and I know they do relate
I'm saving time so you know I'm in it and I'm coming late, no debate
Tryna beef homie you should know the stakes
[?]in it to win it, I'm back in my business you niggas are calling me king
Like Mfalme spinnin', I'm killing the punchlines when I step in the ring
Get what you feeling I'm out of the ceiling
I step in the building you know what I'm in
Winning, I'm taking one for the team juu si ndio hupiga mabars za Corine
Tumekuja kuzozana full force
Bidii hatulambi glucose
Pita mitaani uulize who's boss
Nina machungu na kina Boutross
Why you spoiling the rap ho'mes with all of your wack songs
Na ile mboggi yako flani ADF same style you rap clowns
Mi si barbie so nipate tu ghetto
Form zangu pia huwa mseto
Men, I'm a young blood real nigga lakini kwa hood [?]
Lazima nipate mapeni, pita mitaa ju ya hawa ma-hater saseni
Katta ni shida jameni
Nigga mi huwa na ma-lines utadhani foleni
Jina ni Kattapila 'toka Kibera, number nane mi nabeba vifresh
Leo nimekuja solo kumaliza muko na bahati sikubeba mjesh
Ma-rapper sikuizi kamekuwa waresh
Kila issue wanaleta kaflesh
OG akanipigia simu akinishow changamka kuna beat nataka umess
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Nina kamati ya kueka mikakati ya kunipea kiti
Ka ni beat inamurder mi huwa behind bars so unipate kamiti
Daily niko hustle stacking stacking the paper, my nigga nasaka riziki
Sipendi marafiki wengi huwa tu fake
Lotta them ni wanafiki, get 'em
[Verse 5: Xtatic]
Fuck I know where I'm from
Fuck I know that I'm made for this
You just noticed the rhymes but first acknowledge the greatness
I ain't on what you on, it's kind of basic
Shit, if that's the fucking title that you want then I ain't chasing it
'Cause I ain't moving backwards, fall back cause you in class
And all that you do it after come back a different chapter
Cause I'm only back to back to back with fucking icons
All you homies happenin' after that, I call 'em my sons
These contracts is cons and I ain't for it
All the [?] this body shining, ain't need no fame for it
Got them bodied and disembodied just like my name's Tony
I'm a goddess that got 'em having the kinda faith on me
Wakishuku ni nduku lakini akili nyingi
Tuko huku improving hadithi wazipimie
Wako bubu kwa nini?
When we pull through your city, kizungu ni nyingi, mazishi ni ile ile
And say hi to your shawtys, it's not hard to identify when I come around she wet and loose like spaghetti [?]
What she telling you, I'm sorry I can't verify
Is how she getting down everytime that I'm passing by (Ouuuuuuu)
And now, you know I'm delivering classics got my shit together now I'm just giving legitimate faxin'
All of 'em be calling me the [bad B?], intelligence come with the package
[?] ain't nothing but vacuum
I mean nothing to vacuum, you never had it, they coming at you bitch I'm Xtatic
I ain't got no time better than that but you know what's happening
You know what's happening, you know what's happening keep it it minimal
Don't fuckin' @ me
And I am not the kind, funga virago rudi kejani
I'm making it look simple maybe ile siku utaka-catch up is when we get down na madeni na machinku
Heri uuze vitu
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Bet they thought I wouldn't do that shit
Now I called your favourite rapper for a battle
But that would be embarrassing cause he gon' get boo'd at quick
I'm talking to you dog, you that bitch
This the gang gang, hit 'em up, 2pac shit
King of the dot URL, Murda Mook Vs Clips
And I can understand why you cats pissed
Listen, while I was making major moves y'all was making jokes
All you Kenyan rappers look at me, you should be taking notes (hehe)
Funny I'm the rapper that they hate the most
But mi nuh give a fuck like mi be high on a Jamaican coke (hehe)
And ain't no way I'm gon' pass the mic, OG I'm taking this shit to the afterlife
Groupies everywhere, all these hoes tryna smash tonight
Why this nigga trippin'? My bad, Oh that's your wife?
Where I'm from you get shot for di paper
Low key, men I got cops on mi radar