Lawless YB - President текст песни

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President
Intro
Ha-ha the king is back and this round it's murder
You heard
Now let's do that babe
Chores
I'm SSSSS President
SSSSS President X2
Verse one
I'm living for today spending big like a king
Twenty thousand pounds a day, money ain't a thing
Burn the haters I'm ready for show down
Friday hook me up in juba raha down town
Saturday executive joint
Every day is a challenge but I'm a giant
I started rap days back before you saw the sun
Talk of Africa is Sudanese son
Dissing me got nothing to say with wannabees
Home and a way is nurturing beggars
No wonder gate keepers are claiming to be MCs
So how dare you compare Rappa-Dog with a king
Law is the man in this town got all eyes on me
I reign from Darfur to great lakes region
If you love YB put your hands in the air
say yeah(yeah) Say yeah(yeah)
Chores
Let it be known I keep on stitching my frown
The weight of the world I feel pressing me down
My mother begged me to quit drinking hell no
She doesn't know the weight of my afflictions
Spare me the noise I can die any minute
I'm settling scores with my AK47
Got no love for living like a convict
Good boy gone bad now feel the aftermath

It's a pity that I'm breathing my enemies
Bad boys never give up we hustle to the end
What tomorrow holds for me, remain a mystery
Cos jealousy and anger is what their eyes portray man
This industry is earning me grudges
Young and gifted this talent is chronic
I'm far from beginning no need to panic
Number one all the time and the saga continues
Chores
Verse three
Verse number three, number three number three
You wanna know who introduced rap in south side
That hot boy in town bringing competition
Easy it's official I'm bringing action
No more faking lyrics the poet is born
I'm a great rapper like Jal and ain't been crown
Future sound is me the king of underground right
I'm a living legend like Jay Z
It gonna take me bullet to quit or retire
Ain't got no time for compromise I'm breathing fire
My lyrics cause tremor you can call me the Game
I'm thanking radio presenters
Maal Maker, sebit William patrict Oyet and Barnabas
For holding me down made me a celebrity
Maridi ,mundri and yei keep the flame burning
Yirol East andRumbek the revolution is on
Chores
Interludes
Fades





Thanks to Mangar Azuma

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