Hey! (It's Gee Mix) Geezy
Urgh, I be dema prime target
Everyone is reading a different book to the same subject
I'm not the cause of your problems, I can't withhold progress
You can't blame your mom, or blame your dad for your own life's regrets
Real life, I'm a bit calm, but mensuro dirt, meyɛ pig farm
Big time, woyɛ big scam, wo favourite rapper yɛ big fan
Bi mo fame no wɔ lifespan, 'cause to be great, then it takes time
Die hards wanna die hard, no noise too, required time
If e be money, then I'm all ears
Nansa yi life yɛ so weird, 'cause dream big, dream big
My nigga can't sleep a whole year
Hard core with enough flare, no shades, I dey see clear
Future yɛ so bright, 'cause Naa Sei, I no dey like blur
If doctors were seeds, I swear, their nursing won't be the same (yeah, yeah, yeah)
So many shots, my friend, I'm chasing the game (yeah, yeah)
Let me repeat, "The king, and the chief, them no be the same"
Forget the name, fuck the fame, still, my guy, we no be the same
I'm shaming the critics, flow yɛ so sick, yeah, the flow be poetic
God of rap, you need a verse, then I'll be here to bless it
Sound impressing, so interesting, I need a studio session
Woate shock a, so many naked lines, tell your guy to dress it
Die for the cedi, kill for the cedi, sorry, make head shake like booty
Milk it, flow straight from the titties, oh, gosh, I'm slim like Biggie
One in a milli, songs on the tele, yeah, yeah
Claime rap Ballotelli, Gilmour, I be young, but a Billy
Punches, homie, straight to your belly
Not all the time they need your songs, sometime the need your sense
Not all the time they need the tongues, at times they need repent
Full force, gravity coming with the full force
When I'm around, nobody fit cough
Mehyia boys a, na ɛyɛ cool chop, y'all
We told you to mention your top five rappers, not your top five friends
All you could see is the world-wide trappers in the world-wide trends
But still, fuck it, here I am, I'm still a topic
Homie, my bars are just epic
Hate and jealousy, just cut it
Rap mu, me ne the king of the blacks
Mo guy-guy sɛ Canada blacks
Three years now, woagye best rapper da a, it's good, you're holding my plugs
I dey rhyme right in the lime light
Give us mic, then you see the lame ones
Wonsuro adeɛ a, say my name once
Rap yɛ light a, me ne main line
Continue doubting me, my nigga, satan koraa nim true God
Snooker, black balls na ɛho hia, nti mma Akosua mma wo blueballs
Da biara, woada, moayɛ nanka
Me flow, tight, menyɛ nonfa
Fa dompe no bɛgye nam pa
Me verse tɔ fam a, wonya atinka
They throw shots, but methrow bomb
Wogyina ha yi ara, wose far gone
Same book, different authors
Ghana rap, ɛmfa ho ne stardom
We're pissed already, nobody is pissing us
Usain Bolt, who is chasing us?
My mouth is so precious, so my homie, I can't be kissing ass
Mfa wo ho ntoto me, Zap Mallet height, yɛde toto Aboagye?
How many teaspoons make one ladle, rap, ɛyɛ wo deɛ a, gye
Naa Sei (hey!)
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Day Masters