[Verse 1: RBD GH]:
Chale the bass small. Turn it up
Then I base small for this rap game
Wey you force play like baseball, make e go down like timber — be like your moff be some chainsaw
I brought y’all pain sorr. Cut your face off
On the mic I go be your calendar then number your days all
Turn into a monster like Nebuchadnezzar. Flopped on stage once
Not anymore cos chale I turned over a new leaf and so I tore that page off
“But say why you behave so? That was a golden chance!”
Yeah, and I burned that opportunity like fake gold
I dey come reclaim throne
Yeah I’m back, right? Left — like Arabic — bro my lyrics make you shake
So I’m going for the throats of the poor scapegoats
I go make thema lives short like grass
Make you no try escape G.O.A.T
The black and white boys know on the mic I made ghosts every time I came to Cape Coast. It’s the lyrical smooth criminal who’s moonwalking on the beat
I for start dey rep bars for the moon top cos chale ma arm strong
I know you missed me but I needed that motherfucking space like I’m Armstrong
[Hook:]
Shw3 m n33 kraa
Meni y mi? Meni n?
Meni y mi? Meni n?
Meni y mi? Meni? Meni?
[Verse 2: RBD GH]:
This rap go take your time like I was born of thieves
Cos when I take the mic it’s awesome
Your boredom leaves. Like it’s part of a tree
When I record, all leave
Else I leave ‘em frozen like statues
A gorgon scene
And even when they fall like Autumn leaves, I don’t stop until they’re cold like when the Autumn leaves
I eat rappers when I’m bored
And it seems I can’t have enough of a murder
A spawn of greed
I have strict parents. But kinda like a baby from a miscarriage, you could say their lil baby is a spoilt child
A small child with a big ass brain will make you need aspirin, when I bring your racing thoughts to a halt. Ah!
What the fuck you saying, bitch? Shut your mouth and feed it pills
You competed but you were defeated still
They say when I murder a rapper it’s like a fetus killed
Cos he looks fucking vulnerable
“Chale you’re mean as hell.”
Ma guy you see this ill nigga back in the booth with bleeding skills and no fucking Achilles heel?
He’s cold blooded to the bone
And I hope you’re not cold blooded
I’m about to drown you in cold flows like you need to chill
So whaddup?
[Hook:]
Shw3 m n33 kraa
Meni y mi? Meni n?
Meni y mi? Meni n?
Meni y mi? Meni? Meni?
Shw3 m n33 kraa, meni n?
Meni y mi? Meni n?
Meni y mi? Meni n?
Meni y mi? Meni? Meni?
[Verse 3: RBD GH]:
So have you ever heard a ghost rapping?
Nope? Then bro, strap in. No slacking
I dey come take you through this rollercoaster I’ve been
Them dey bell me RBD. Muhfucker I was flier than RVP
But this Flying Dutchman never land as he left the fucking Coast
Captain Davy Jones. Blackened Soul
No capping. Go track him
“You no go find shit.”
Was glad he chose rap instead of law cos bitch he rose crapping on competition
Flows slappin’. Bro’s rapping (wrapping) dope rap in prose — trapping
Made ‘em overdose. ‘Tsappenin’ bitch?
So how the law dey go?
Pretending you’re fulfilled but you miss me on a low
That’s what you get when you sell out on your bros
I know say you dey miss all your hoes
All your hoes thema flowers wet but you spoil your hose
Fucking coward. I know it’s me you’re scared to be
It’s hurting me how I thought I’ll be married to the game until I died — or she died and I get the curtesy
You never did me the courtesy
Of late wey edey occur to me
Why give me to a world that ain’t heard of me then stab me in the motherfucking back and murder me?
You’re hurting me. Hurting me with no basis
Your only dope agent
Bringing the apocalypse. But you stopped your lips moving like a fucking stroke patient
But howdy it’s the party pooper
You dawgs giving false wags, pretending you’re excited to see me
You dey force waa
What the fuck you call swag?
You homies no know fuad
You know me. I’m coming for you phonies like the fraud squad
Alarm ringing. It’s time to start spitting outta control
Ma tongue singing a dirge for competition
But if they’re not quitting, then I’m thinking Scott Pilgrim — me against the world. Baby, I’m winning
I’m not kidding, I’m storming your whole fucking city like Godzilla
This Hip Hop filler that I’m bringing is for your ears only
I hope you hear, homie. This rap is for your fears
Only listen if you’re confident
Chale the bass small. Turn it up
Then I base small for this rap game
Wey you force play like baseball, make e go down like timber — be like your moff be some chainsaw
I brought y’all pain sorr. Cut your face off
On the mic I go be your calendar then number your days all
Turn into a monster like Nebuchadnezzar. Flopped on stage once
Not anymore cos chale I turned over a new leaf and so I tore that page off
“But say why you behave so? That was a golden chance!”
Yeah, and I burned that opportunity like fake gold
I dey come reclaim throne
Yeah I’m back, right? Left — like Arabic — bro my lyrics make you shake
So I’m going for the throats of the poor scapegoats
I go make thema lives short like grass
Make you no try escape G.O.A.T
The black and white boys know on the mic I made ghosts every time I came to Cape Coast. It’s the lyrical smooth criminal who’s moonwalking on the beat
I for start dey rep bars for the moon top cos chale ma arm strong
I know you missed me but I needed that motherfucking space like I’m Armstrong
[Hook:]
Shw3 m n33 kraa
Meni y mi? Meni n?
Meni y mi? Meni n?
Meni y mi? Meni? Meni?
[Verse 2: RBD GH]:
This rap go take your time like I was born of thieves
Cos when I take the mic it’s awesome
Your boredom leaves. Like it’s part of a tree
When I record, all leave
Else I leave ‘em frozen like statues
A gorgon scene
And even when they fall like Autumn leaves, I don’t stop until they’re cold like when the Autumn leaves
I eat rappers when I’m bored
And it seems I can’t have enough of a murder
A spawn of greed
I have strict parents. But kinda like a baby from a miscarriage, you could say their lil baby is a spoilt child
A small child with a big ass brain will make you need aspirin, when I bring your racing thoughts to a halt. Ah!
What the fuck you saying, bitch? Shut your mouth and feed it pills
You competed but you were defeated still
They say when I murder a rapper it’s like a fetus killed
Cos he looks fucking vulnerable
“Chale you’re mean as hell.”
Ma guy you see this ill nigga back in the booth with bleeding skills and no fucking Achilles heel?
He’s cold blooded to the bone
And I hope you’re not cold blooded
I’m about to drown you in cold flows like you need to chill
So whaddup?
[Hook:]
Shw3 m n33 kraa
Meni y mi? Meni n?
Meni y mi? Meni n?
Meni y mi? Meni? Meni?
Shw3 m n33 kraa, meni n?
Meni y mi? Meni n?
Meni y mi? Meni n?
Meni y mi? Meni? Meni?
[Verse 3: RBD GH]:
So have you ever heard a ghost rapping?
Nope? Then bro, strap in. No slacking
I dey come take you through this rollercoaster I’ve been
Them dey bell me RBD. Muhfucker I was flier than RVP
But this Flying Dutchman never land as he left the fucking Coast
Captain Davy Jones. Blackened Soul
No capping. Go track him
“You no go find shit.”
Was glad he chose rap instead of law cos bitch he rose crapping on competition
Flows slappin’. Bro’s rapping (wrapping) dope rap in prose — trapping
Made ‘em overdose. ‘Tsappenin’ bitch?
So how the law dey go?
Pretending you’re fulfilled but you miss me on a low
That’s what you get when you sell out on your bros
I know say you dey miss all your hoes
All your hoes thema flowers wet but you spoil your hose
Fucking coward. I know it’s me you’re scared to be
It’s hurting me how I thought I’ll be married to the game until I died — or she died and I get the curtesy
You never did me the courtesy
Of late wey edey occur to me
Why give me to a world that ain’t heard of me then stab me in the motherfucking back and murder me?
You’re hurting me. Hurting me with no basis
Your only dope agent
Bringing the apocalypse. But you stopped your lips moving like a fucking stroke patient
But howdy it’s the party pooper
You dawgs giving false wags, pretending you’re excited to see me
You dey force waa
What the fuck you call swag?
You homies no know fuad
You know me. I’m coming for you phonies like the fraud squad
Alarm ringing. It’s time to start spitting outta control
Ma tongue singing a dirge for competition
But if they’re not quitting, then I’m thinking Scott Pilgrim — me against the world. Baby, I’m winning
I’m not kidding, I’m storming your whole fucking city like Godzilla
This Hip Hop filler that I’m bringing is for your ears only
I hope you hear, homie. This rap is for your fears
Only listen if you’re confident
( RBD GH )
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