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Akin Yai African Disco

American Disco
Free as Frank Zappa alpha male kappa
I stand tall on god remain dapper
I bang raw,what's law is in the trapper
I rep y'all sure fa sho my bruh keeper
Villains out about street sweeper
Ok I slay and think deeper
Day late to save the day neega
AK my name out in Naija
Lagos or bust to get the Naira
Bring me flowers,cowards I'm alive
Green leaf sour power nothing jive
Like dem colorful hair and white lies
And white guys that love black lives
And black guys that that love white lies
Real like Rawanda,real no Wakanda
I may back track to that reminder
Up in Andre crib on that recliner
Eyes fixed on screen
And niggas rapping
G rap and Nas
Man it could happen
Without the fast life and all the trappin

Currently magazines
Fashion houses with dreams to gain the ghetto esteem
They give a nigga a cover like coveted what it seems
But what it means
Really what does it mean
Dem folk don't see the king,dem folk don't
See the dream. They just cling (To) what they deem cool popular culture
I read between
White lines,white crimes,Black I'm..
That time ,bout time that I'm

From Narnia y'all are getting cornier
Everything fiction bitch I'm not apart of ya
Washington theatrics,redneck bastards,Donald duck f..ck bluffs in high office I can't run escape or get off this
So go and tell joe
What we here fo
Hard to kill
Chill your cointelpro
Bag outtta rich follk
Shwagg outta outta velcro
Made in America ,,,.. yea hoe
Ye got the money , Ye got the masses Outta touch out west in Calabasas ,chaos for chaos sake is quite tragic
White people love you
You're such an attraction
Like the disco

Free as Frank Zappa alpha male kappa
I stand tall on god remain dapper
I bang raw,what's law is in the trapper
I rep y'all sure fa sho my bruh keeper

The bag is in the fantasy
Haha how can it be
So simple that
Simpletons mannishly
Run the gamut of outlandishly pageantry
To fake woke thats woven in the tapestry
But everythang Gucci
Live from Fiorucci
I don't hate
I just state the truth B
Y'all So fake
Like boobies on a groupie
Of Metallica caliber
I'm a rock star in my hot car
Nah yous a lie God
I Bomb China, back down America
Pray for Paris when we bIess Africa
Mufucca


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