Sixteen 16's | Ep 3

[Verse 1: Akala] Life’s a bitch then ya die right don’t ya? But if you don’t die right, where does your soul go to? Harder than the questions of life, I will approach ya Two fists up by my eyes like i'm suppose to Smokin' more than every fiend in Camden town If ya ever believe that I’ll be beat by a hand me down, bloody clown Ever since Cuban linx came in on import Been sharper than swords so I can reign within this sport Look at me now, Dessalines with the machete’ Take a slavemaster head off, quick if you let me Bet me everything you own clone But this bloody throne’s stuck to the back of my arse Like sweaty boxers Steppin’ in my zone homes No, I suggest you don't You can't budge me an inch, much less get him off it So stop it, no profit Come off it you little novice They don’t make ‘em like this anymore We rap scholars