Emmanuel B - Clown Szn

So gifted and so wicked the flow's vicious
Where's all the Chibok girls that went missing?
Who'll be the first rapper to die, I'm not kidding
I'll just son all these kids, I won't kill em

You can tell by the sole of my shoes, I love bleeding
You saw her on her knees? don't make her a good Christian
Cus you met him in church don't make him a good Christian
Too many Yoruba demons fit the description

Back to the basics of rap
Nothing as amazing as that
Peeling through layers of words, I had to filter the crap
Most of your top fives MCs, I consider as trash
The right brothers didn't take off, the plane had to crash

Your biggest nightmare and worst fear held the pen again
Going against me is like fighting the pentagon
Your death is signed and delivered, I'm repaying sins
It was written, the book of Eli, Den Washington

I'm owe you nothing, the flow is disgusting
I'm up to something
I studied the era of rap, before the mumbling
Daddy Kane was running the game, you boys were crawling
You had a silver spoon, me and boys were hustling

We just came through the wire
Like the three Hebrew boys
We came through the fire
Let the fat lady sing
Boy I came from the choir
I don't do this for clout
Boy I came to inspire

Please allow me to rap again
I came through dripping with Jewels
Like Dapper Dan
The difference tween Reno omokri
And clout chasing men
Where's your mind at?
Where's your soul at?
I hope it's intact

Rhyme schemes are so clean, It's too squeaky
I did it with one lung and two kidneys
Whether it's chess or checkers, you can't check me
The flow is just like butter mehn, it's so slippery

When we were out of options, I held my family down
I just finished Uni, I made my momma proud
Career decisions, I'm trynna select one now
My bro said you can be anything, just don't be a clown

Written by:
Emmanuel Bamidele

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