Sixteen 16's | Ep 3

[Verse 1: Akala]

Life’s a bitch then ya die right don’t ya?

But if you don’t die right, where does your soul go to?

Harder than the questions of life, I will approach ya

Two fists up by my eyes like i'm suppose to

Smokin' more than every fiend in Camden town

If ya ever believe that I’ll be beat by a hand me down, bloody clown

Ever since Cuban linx came in on import

Been sharper than swords so I can reign within this sport

Look at me now, Dessalines with the machete’

Take a slavemaster head off, quick if you let me

Bet me everything you own clone

But this bloody throne’s stuck to the back of my arse

Like sweaty boxers

Steppin’ in my zone homes

No, I suggest you don't

You can't budge me an inch, much less get him off it

So stop it, no profit Come off it you little novice

They don’t make ‘em like this anymore

We rap scholars