Cyne - I Never lyrics

[Verse 1 – Akin] I never brag about the crack I sell See, my rap rebel Using metaphoric rap that sound like murder My competition's unheard of Akin to pull a b**h-n***a card—now Al is Alberta Just like the old saying Yeah, these foes are playing But my pro-slave foe, so your flow's game I run around with bad thoughts astounding Faces in the crowd may doubt my moral grounding I'm quite sane though, playing without a Kango When this year, I'm running and gunning—MC's are lame, so They're better off dead, I'm letting off lead Middle finger, fake artist, scribe slave on your head—I'm ready Speech aesthetic, you get it, edit the bullsh** Which quasi-intellect need a fix? I bought a toolkit Screw you. f** abusing a plier, you's a liar A raindrop'll put out your fire. n***a who you? Be Stepping at these immaculate MC with vocabulary That never talk about sh** that I ain't never done And try to stunt it like some b**h-a** n***a holding wands I'm that n***a that's speaking the truth Repping Africa. We here—now these cowards are through We blew out your flame ‘cause we reign eternal Never talk sh** when topic at hand don't concern you [Verse 2 – Akin] n***a, listen. I'm still the real, so don't forget Blow the guns poetic, hang a cracker by the neck Bet. Yes, intelligent Africans got this Lock with the key to open sesame, I'm Lochness Monster when I bang right out the closet—freedom rang But not on a h*mo tip. That Nat Turner burn a b**h Stone pigeon in a ditch, left for the birds and sh** Start ground for Earth to shift price—now control that Slow, I went from Garveyite to pro-black To universal n***a, rocking mics—f** the throwback Blow, ‘cause I was taught by some old cats On how to cause terror with planning and k** your Kodak Moment—that's a**uming you was caught in the blast Snap back to Earth where Jacks jump for the cash And they ask why my pants sag, exposing my a** And white Confederate dads get stabbed in the abs Know the pen's sharp as the wit, and so is the pad Upon which computers flinch at a sight while I laugh Scribbling bars. Now we got Water for Mars For those that crave for the lactose and cookies in jars n***a