Sixteen 16's | EP10

[Verse 1] I drop a sixteen? Everything dead I’m Akala Cos my dad’s black, I fool the whole world Like Obama They really think I care about life, nah you’re mad I murk everything on the dance done you’re sad I had, quite a good time And spat, quite a good rhyme Cos mine’s, quite a good mind For time, mic would shine Sublime, bring who you could find Cousins don’t worry us It’s not school, we are grown men Well some of us Trouble us, bless you Sweet heart you’re special Suck it up, don’t show pain, it’s just a flesh wound Test whom? Don’t do it to yourself That’s just disaster Like an honest third world leader in private planes that are chartered You are not a martyr if you die for no reason Cos you look like food, and we were hunting this season High treason to a royal emcee Is when you mimic me I am the metaphor and you are just a simile