Jahlil Beats - Hands Down lyrics

Intro: Hala at me too! This n***a ain't hala'ring at me.. EMM Verse 1: Ladies and gentlemen Rookies and veterans K9, Nicko and Emm We k**ing all of dem Done with the target practice, and now we making hits Get your toilet paper, we droppin real ish My home is the zoo - animal instincts Fresh from the underground, you'd swear I was buried alive They said I couldn't cut it, so I brought a knife I'm a f**in outlaw, I'm always dressed to k** I hold cyphers in I.C.U. yeah, I'm really ill I never liked fairytale because I keep it real Uhamba inyanga, beat a King Of Pop You trying to beat Michael Jackson with yo moon walk I polished my speech with wax now I got smooth talk We beating up drums, we making street bangers Shock Therapy, flows come with signs of danger I don't like house music, I'm down with Squatter Camp But I can hang with them, I be burning shacks Screw yo Metro train, I just stay on track Nicko Verse 2: Pa** the mic n***a Yeah, nazi ingozi It's Nicko baby Before I go any further I juss wana send a shout out to the n***as that I've always sh**ted em Like they're my toilets n***as dissing me is like a Sim saying nothing So.. Silence Life is a wound, depends what you gave birth to And you got a miscarriage I'm going hard like a rural village I juss said the same thing twice And I bet you didn't hear it You stupid, you dumb! n***as making noise like imoto efayo You just lame, n***as are sick I'm healthy as f** Boy ngi za khataza I don't know whatchu holdin against me coz you so out of stock My rhymes are like an Afrikaaner n***a holding a sjambok Shock Therapy, call it SWAT team I'm not calm like the water in the lake You can't hold me a traffic yasebree Yeah ingozi! K9 Verse 3: (Nicko): Is it god? Oh no son, it's K9 sh** I'm so dope son, I steal my own rap lines k** a verse like Oscar, if this beat is valentine Gimme boxing gloves if you straight - punchline Busy f**in 6 hoes like I'm with 2 santas (Ho Ho Ho) n***a test me, I swear d**h will be the answers I break virginities like a kid breaking pencils Start an an*s company, work yo f**en a** off Don't hate, coz I front on n***as when I back off I don't give a sh** but my pockets full of a**holes A frog wrote an essay, it jumped into conclusions My flow is so sick, doctors come up with excuses My swag is just dumb but you can never fool me I sleep on twitter n***a, I follow my dreams Im always wearing jeans coz rap is in my genes Calender wid no eyes, call that a blind date Flow is fresh, wrote my lines with f**en colgate I got more bars than a motherf**en bar graph I'm hard to get like an afrikaans paragraph Guess where I found my ex?? In my maths book K9 you always number 1, well you two This track if full of punches, like a Mike fight You track ain't got punches, like a gay fight Nicko pa** the mic to me, like he studied last night