Lamb Martell Cypher 2019 – M.I Abaga ft. A-Q x Loose Kaynon x Blaqbonez

Download Lamb Martell Cypher 2019 by Loose Kaynon. Loose kaynon born Joakin Ikazoboh in the northern part of Nigeria, is a rapper, MC, songwriter who hails from Edo state.

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LYRICS

Laughs
Beats By Jhay Yeah
Aye Yeah
Best Rapper in Africa yeah I’m really Popping
Niggas really asking why I’m being so cocky
You should ask your sister why I’m being so cocky
And your mom’s coming late, blaming that shit on traffic
Heard a lot of niggas dissing I ain’t feel it much
Coming at me for having the shit that y’all been wishing for
It’s like Miley telling Kim K that she ain’t thick enough
Like Lil Pump telling Jay to get his money up
Y’all ain’t a dime but y’all talking to me by royalties
Cannot pay producers so they come at me with cover beats
Now I’m faking streams? cause clearly they doing awfully
When my one track is your whole fucking discography
Nothing in they pockets, no wonder they be so out of pocket
Got this home advantage don’t fuck around please do that in private
Or you get the president involved like A$AP Rocky
No competition know who’s the main event and who’s the after party
Every move is planned and my shit going accordingly
Your move is to wait for my move I get it honestly, bruh
In your defense, you were just searching for hype
In my defense, I got Van Dijk and Godin on the side
Why I’ll be shitting on these rappers
All my verses be like potty brakes
 
Reconfigure they faces make it hard not to body shame
Someone asked me why I give attention when they fucking hate
It’s like driving, you gotta look at dummies when you overtake
Looking in the face cause I’m done with that stupid talking yeah
Your favs gon’ beat me, Nigga put your money on it
Walking to the six foots sleeping bruh, I ain’t backing down
Headlines, Mainstream rapper is now underground
Shut the fuck up, do you know who you’re talking to
I’m a lion, I’m a beast, a cheetah my shit gone zoom
I’ll be dogged, earn my stripes, a tiger the way I move
Am way bigger than you niggas, the Elephant in a room
What’s up
I heard the youngin clout chasing of the last cypher
I dictate, you punch lines, you’re a typewriter
Y’all claim dope but where’s the flame you’re a bad lighter
This one na inside life as far as bars I am a lifer
They keep tryna pull me back, I pay artist now
Y’all still gossiping for free? In your thirties? Wow!
Couldn’t be me tho, I stopped rapping for free so
Y’all better have them chips in the bag tell em no free dos
 
This niggas lurking on pages of bitches twerking my niggas
Walk in em stages state of mind is always bring the guap in
Told y’all the brakes failed on this train we never stopping
See 100 crowns is pain relieve my pockets ain’t been hurting
You talking cash? I’m a romantic, a hopeless one
I won’t stop until I’m burning it like Oprah son
So what’s your focus son?
You got your lines in advances
I get tense with my family has to worry about expenses
Your end goal is benzes
My end goal using broke as yesterday’s tenses
Building bridge, y’all building fences
I’m the man, y’all a bunch of fucking Mike Pences
You start is come make my benches
Must I remind you that this year is ten years a fucking pro
Watch your mouth rookie
Bars still raw as fuck your fav can’t cook me
This year it’s sure bet you should listen to the bookie
And Blaq told me last year, this year they’ll over book me
So now you Twitter fingers, are sounding like bitter singers
Every time the kid delivers, y’all gon cry a million rivers
We in the house and everything is for sale
But if you want the smoke we dey hang for back like
Pony Tail look, If you cartel in VIP Martell in discussion
It’s back swelling you just tryna bring your girl and I’m telling
Y’all talking sleek behind these bars, y’all fake felons
Young kids grow some hair on your balls and start rebelling
Uh! This is the moment y’all I’ve been waiting for
 
They hatin uh? y’all get ahead of yourselves
What are you masturbating for?
Lemme me get back to the deals speech
Y’all keep thinking this shit’s sweet
Till I hit your kill switch ya bitch
Best thing since slice bread and slice of pizza
The worst thing since Domino’s pizza and Monalisa
Rappers used tissue and junk food
Degenerated like meals from Chicken Republic
I mean we bought it
First you get us to love it and then it’s fuck it
Like, rappers never stick to the topic we live in the tropics so
 
When I rap it sticks, if you rub it together you can kindle a fire
Started with, love letters to the girls I admired
They letters became lyrics, the music became by us
The situation requires the almighty formula
So I’m mixing numbers with letters now it’s looking like algebra
Do the maths, I got the masters
Fuck you and your masters
Your masters ain’t worth shit and it wouldn’t a 100 years after
A hundred years a slave on a slave ship to Alaska
Yet, you ride the same waves that made the white man your master
Before Independence and Awolowo became distinguished
 
Before the colonization by the British I had seen this
And studied the genetics of the Nigerian spirit
The biology of Kings, the evolution of my kingship
Before the introduction of English or you could reach it
I’ve been spitting in Linguistics with the flow that could sink ships
Anybody wey go do am like me omo na film trick
When I see rapper, I see food and I eat them up until I’m seasick
I happy place will be between Yemi Alade legs
So I’m constantly mad cause my shots ain’t hit the net, yet
Yeah, Junkie rapper sending threats, uh? borderline
Cocaine on the table is the only place you draw the line
Underground all the time, naira notes and dollar signs
Two heads are better than one about a thousand naira times
Hundred crowns we getting it done
Plans are organised disorganized crime
Is that yahoo life you immortalize
 
Fuck Buha fuck Tinu, I left out no words
But of course I don’t want the DSS at my door
Haters been shouting “Jesus”
Your favs are catching seizures
Roman catholic, the rosary is always close to me
The Vatican say they can’t hold the verses I hold in me
The glory bestowed in me, my class uh? that’s a no degree
Disrespect my artist the game better put an hole in me
Fuck your radio show, we all know they tryna sow a seed
Fuck your new music I’m still having sex with Jodeci
So y’all got paid with cyphers here
 
We don’t get any appreciation?
Well let’s call it charity a poverty alleviation
And y’all economists? ’cause it was like an economic forum
Or like an oil drill drilling my nigga, that shit was boring
Hi hater, yes, I heard you talking
I’m Big Brother I’m always watching
Let’s discuss your options
Shut the fuck up or let’s get to boxing
Anybody close to dude better stop him
Or tell him to get a coffin, yeah
You’ve been steady curving and swerving like scribbling 8’s
But I observe there ain’t nothing
 
Served in your dinner plate, you hungry
When you ready, it’ll be a seismic event
I think you’re chicken though
‘Cause chickens are known to lie with the hen
I made it safe for y’all 2008
But all I see from all you rappers when I’m browsing is hate
But I’ve been so accommodating like a house in estate
But I got the ruga now, you sure you want this cows in your state?
It’s like asking how many cows is at stake, Stupid!
Hating on Blaq because he is proud in he’s great
Any rapper saying he’s the best will get a pound in shake
We on the crowns we be like 96 more crowns in the place eh
Am a wordsmith with an impeccable rep
I ate from rap and rap still ain’t arable yet
I’ve given you parable,
 
Scoreables plus an animal only dude notable to be
Standing so close to Jude or my homies, and You know who.
So who really the best rappers in Africa?
Who been top the chart but still giving them lyrical massacre
I Put it like this as long as M.I exist
Am number one and y’all can figure out the rest of the list
Here we go: The 2 Ghanians and 3 rappers from SA
1 Kenya rapper can step to me on they best day
As for Naija I give the Legends they props and then these
4 Nigars who did it like me that’s where it stops for real
Got it?
 
Okay let’s do a recap,
Dear homie just drop your joint like you missing a knee cap
Leave me alone or speak up
I know you fake, you like Bobrisky’s D-Cup (Jesus Christ)
And yet again M.I just beat the beat up
Yeah! the last thing rest in peace to Beelect.
Spend his last year trying to get the game to reconnect
Legend in my eyes, so hear it from me, respect.
Salute King, my prayers is never may we forget. Yeah
 

 

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