Get down if you feel this real ish
When you hear that beat
Your soul feels complete
Tell me who's talking about rapping
Instead of actually rapping
I'm wrapping em up, test me
Tracks blowout like fros of the negroes in the 70s
Emcees be, artificial it's like weave
My arts official, their half heart's fickle
Bars cripple the simple we aren't civil
Barbarian, start burying irrelevant emcees so please
Take heed my melanin's set deep, like the Red Sea
In Kemet get left eating sediment less speech
They're smelling their breathe reeks
This is beast development, ain't leveling
Spray better than decent, I'm the reason
These rappers are never in
The top 3, it's evident man's good for the seeds like Tamagotchis
My bars straight butter these man have got cheese
Think that I'm playing just f*cking watch me
When my fro glows like super-saiyan it's God speed
Ridiculous spitting is riveting hitting a frame like a 28 gauge that's ripping the linen
Jump on this wave, you'll relate to the situations I've been in
The position we face is a state of everyday living
Still paying off student fees
Working that 9 to 5, still writing rhymes
Better than the rapper that's signed hyped and shooting tweets
Talking the most, I'm at risk of losing my teeth, too many hard tracks
So I'm not used to defeat, I am not tarmac
They are not used to the speed, I am in Star Labs
Vibrating atoms, time travelling past matter I fast track
Time barriers, I'm rapid like Barry is
Leave em mannequin that's not a challenge for them
Trust me
Get down if you feel this real ish
When you hear that beat
Your soul feels complete
Get down if you feel this real ish
When you hear that beat
Your soul feels complete
So they want more bars, more raps
That's more tracks in formats they all bang
But with more coppers and more pounds, there's poor sleep
Morphine, more dreams and more fiends
For more flows and more shows, endorsed clothes in wardrobes
I'd floss those, the Lord knows
More contracts in Morse code, more contact
With bozos with no souls they're on crack, I'm more nang
More plans, I'll tour lands, for more fans
I hope that I'm chose and if doors slam
I'll fall back it's okay, I'll go back and go practice all day
Barbarian flows mad like Conan
Other rappers they hold hands and hope that, I don't blow
Dodos they throw stacks
Pose sat in a Rolls with no road tax
Known facts they act on those grams
So sad, these grown mans with no plans, no doe
Tryna own my own land
This globe man, I'll go grab with both hands
Youknow that there's no slack you know that
So don't act, like you man don't know that
It's known facts, that my flow is so mad
It's so nang, so mad like Bojack Horseman
It's all mad, it's all mad, all mad
It's all mad it's all mad
Youknow that, youknow that, youknow that
It's all mad, it's all mad, youknow that, it's all mad
Nice the Guy - Froback / All Mad (feat. Prasha) Lyrics
Nice the Guy - Froback / All Mad (feat. Prasha) Lyrics
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Get down if you feel this real ish
When you hear that beat
Your soul feels complete
Tell me who's talking about rapping
Instead of actually rapping
I'm wrapping em up, test me
Tracks blowout like fros of the negroes in the 70s
Emcees be, artificial it's like weave
My arts official, their half heart's fickle
Bars cripple the simple we aren't civil
Barbarian, start burying irrelevant emcees so please
Take heed my melanin's set deep, like the Red Sea
In Kemet get left eating sediment less speech
They're smelling their breathe reeks
This is beast development, ain't leveling
Spray better than decent, I'm the reason
These rappers are never in
The top 3, it's evident man's good for the seeds like Tamagotchis
My bars straight butter these man have got cheese
Think that I'm playing just f*cking watch me
When my fro glows like super-saiyan it's God speed
Ridiculous spitting is riveting hitting a frame like a 28 gauge that's ripping the linen
Jump on this wave, you'll relate to the situations I've been in
The position we face is a state of everyday living
Still paying off student fees
Working that 9 to 5, still writing rhymes
Better than the rapper that's signed hyped and shooting tweets
Talking the most, I'm at risk of losing my teeth, too many hard tracks
So I'm not used to defeat, I am not tarmac
They are not used to the speed, I am in Star Labs
Vibrating atoms, time travelling past matter I fast track
Time barriers, I'm rapid like Barry is
Leave em mannequin that's not a challenge for them
Trust me
Get down if you feel this real ish
When you hear that beat
Your soul feels complete
Get down if you feel this real ish
When you hear that beat
Your soul feels complete
So they want more bars, more raps
That's more tracks in formats they all bang
But with more coppers and more pounds, there's poor sleep
Morphine, more dreams and more fiends
For more flows and more shows, endorsed clothes in wardrobes
I'd floss those, the Lord knows
More contracts in Morse code, more contact
With bozos with no souls they're on crack, I'm more nang
More plans, I'll tour lands, for more fans
I hope that I'm chose and if doors slam
I'll fall back it's okay, I'll go back and go practice all day
Barbarian flows mad like Conan
Other rappers they hold hands and hope that, I don't blow
Dodos they throw stacks
Pose sat in a Rolls with no road tax
Known facts they act on those grams
So sad, these grown mans with no plans, no doe
Tryna own my own land
This globe man, I'll go grab with both hands
Youknow that there's no slack you know that
So don't act, like you man don't know that
It's known facts, that my flow is so mad
It's so nang, so mad like Bojack Horseman
It's all mad, it's all mad, all mad
It's all mad it's all mad
Youknow that, youknow that, youknow that
It's all mad, it's all mad, youknow that, it's all mad
When you hear that beat
Your soul feels complete
Tell me who's talking about rapping
Instead of actually rapping
I'm wrapping em up, test me
Tracks blowout like fros of the negroes in the 70s
Emcees be, artificial it's like weave
My arts official, their half heart's fickle
Bars cripple the simple we aren't civil
Barbarian, start burying irrelevant emcees so please
Take heed my melanin's set deep, like the Red Sea
In Kemet get left eating sediment less speech
They're smelling their breathe reeks
This is beast development, ain't leveling
Spray better than decent, I'm the reason
These rappers are never in
The top 3, it's evident man's good for the seeds like Tamagotchis
My bars straight butter these man have got cheese
Think that I'm playing just f*cking watch me
When my fro glows like super-saiyan it's God speed
Ridiculous spitting is riveting hitting a frame like a 28 gauge that's ripping the linen
Jump on this wave, you'll relate to the situations I've been in
The position we face is a state of everyday living
Still paying off student fees
Working that 9 to 5, still writing rhymes
Better than the rapper that's signed hyped and shooting tweets
Talking the most, I'm at risk of losing my teeth, too many hard tracks
So I'm not used to defeat, I am not tarmac
They are not used to the speed, I am in Star Labs
Vibrating atoms, time travelling past matter I fast track
Time barriers, I'm rapid like Barry is
Leave em mannequin that's not a challenge for them
Trust me
Get down if you feel this real ish
When you hear that beat
Your soul feels complete
Get down if you feel this real ish
When you hear that beat
Your soul feels complete
So they want more bars, more raps
That's more tracks in formats they all bang
But with more coppers and more pounds, there's poor sleep
Morphine, more dreams and more fiends
For more flows and more shows, endorsed clothes in wardrobes
I'd floss those, the Lord knows
More contracts in Morse code, more contact
With bozos with no souls they're on crack, I'm more nang
More plans, I'll tour lands, for more fans
I hope that I'm chose and if doors slam
I'll fall back it's okay, I'll go back and go practice all day
Barbarian flows mad like Conan
Other rappers they hold hands and hope that, I don't blow
Dodos they throw stacks
Pose sat in a Rolls with no road tax
Known facts they act on those grams
So sad, these grown mans with no plans, no doe
Tryna own my own land
This globe man, I'll go grab with both hands
Youknow that there's no slack you know that
So don't act, like you man don't know that
It's known facts, that my flow is so mad
It's so nang, so mad like Bojack Horseman
It's all mad, it's all mad, all mad
It's all mad it's all mad
Youknow that, youknow that, youknow that
It's all mad, it's all mad, youknow that, it's all mad
Writer: Oluwaseun Alayande
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid