Jorge Quintero - CKN II lyrics

Underground rebel, they're calling me an outlaw Taking rappers' heads off, your throne is what I'm out for I'm rugged and I'm dogged, no stylishness or grandeur Ending feuds with one punch I never ever start war Slake es fuego Earl, Es rubi es opalo Earl, Es diamante es zaffiro es soldado I am not the usual , I'm a lyrical commando Time to burst your bubble, your doubt is missing a shadow The people saying that I'm wack pro'ly heard my old flow Or downloaded just one track and feel that I'm a No-No I'm begging you to piss me off you know that is a NO-GO I'll spaz on your brain, get you confused and toss you like a YO-YO Men, f** this generation and damn you people hating I know I'm on a mission I'm trying to get a rating My battles are my wars and I'm trying to pull a Forlan Got no time for a Loss Time That sh** is unimportant Ride with me or buzz off Success won't be a one-off I'll do this sh** without u, just run with me or jog off I'm after the money f** all these lame a** n***as and f** love It's total or nothing, I'm feeling like the young Cruyff A coup is about to start Where I'm from we don't deal with stats We just keep going and going cos we know you can't deal with that n***as giving promises but they never ever holla back Somehow I can sing and rap Guess what? I can sing a rap C.K.N the Second...half of you still don't get it Bohemian commander if you are having beef just dead it Cos the things I do are brutal, no emotion like I'm Brutus Huh Huh We seek the truth and say it, and only God can mute us I'm African and proud, with a military mind Hate the state of this rap game I'm taking dignitaries out This RIDDICC is ridiculous, half of it's a story I'm the answer to your prayers but half of you don't know it I can rap slow I can rap fast I can sing a bit, I can tongue blast Spit punchlines, tell stories Go lyrical n drop phonies C.K.N is back Get tied to your seats and grab a gat Like Timberland, with shock value I'm sure to flabbergast Slake the slaker slaking thirsts Bake a cake with words I said Spitting coke And spilling dope Get them high from tete-a-tetes Snap a brain And slap a dame Snap again They can't remain Pack a cane They're panicking One hit to say "Slake's back again" You fear my prime You fear my time You fear my hunger for a grime You fear my lines You fear my kind And I'm a s**er for a crime Guns blast Leave a hole Cum last Imprint my pole Interpol - the pinnacle Make history y'all Liverpool