Akala - Quiet Storm Freestyle lyrics

Akala... Mhm... Storm's brewing... Listen Roll with us or get rolled over Waitin' for something real cool the wait is over Them other n******gs is liars talkin' 'bout violence They ain't rhymin' They singin' hit notes higher than Mariah Bonfire upon informer No love for the Po-Po I bite like pitbulls Y'all do what you're told though I'm loco, I'm cold bro Feel strong as a Volvo Like the rush the first time smokin' that coco But nah (I don't) touch dem ting... It's common sense though 'Cause (that's) where things don't go No no you don't want it (For) your sake I hope so I don't need a clique I'm a ten-man solo Super-thug? yes I fear nobody Probably learn the hard way: Get hit with a shotty There's no gangsters no more bredrin can't you see Anybody will get it if it's really beef You either real, or a dick I'm far from a chief I got Oxford scholar knowledge and I'm merely nineteen Am I lyin'? you you tell me I bleed and breath Growin' up ma mommy's tears was a regular scene Now it's that pain I use to feed my dreams To stack cream And to achieve more for my seeds Best believe I'm like nothing you seen Too raw Got you shook like you was seven and you first watches "Jaws" I'm the best Bring any man you can find I'll hit him so hard I'll seperate his thoughts from his mind Back from his spine the rhymes of a shot from a nine It's up to you blud it's your choice not mine You want peace? I will teach That's my mind frame You want beef? I'm wantin' more heads than the rain Best be dreadin' I mean what I said They goin' out like armageddon Only want my mum in church for weddings For that reason Beefin' is high treason I be squeezin' till your breathin' turns to wheezin' Machine's stopped beepin' Heat make you taste defeat 'n I won't lose 'cause I don't mind cheatin' There's no rules Whoever said there was is a fool Nine to five, five to nine Gotta hold that tool 'Cause these dudes are snakes Sheeps posing as wolves Real n******gs live by respect, forever stand tall I'll tell you straight I pray for better days but as far as today Gotta stay with a sick mindframe It's not all gravy, n******gs is shadey I train daily like the Royal Navy It's not for ladies It's incase I get knocked by the old bailey 'Cause jail? one-on-one Street? gun-to-gun Little n******gs is tiresome but Back on this music, everybody lay low I'm 'bout to blow that volcano Shock you like Quiet storm brewin' Rappin' since the days of Patrick Ewing Best thing on the track since Carl Lewis You a rapper? best get your tape out now ('cause) when I come out Trust me I'm bound to shut you down So you're f*cked up now If you're not down with our sound Gimme a pound on ma crown... I'm done with this sh**, I'm taking a bow