Blitz The Ambassador - Dikembe | Текст песни

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[Intro]

[Verse 1: Blitz the Ambassador]

We taking it back to the raw
The harder they ball, the harder they fall
So what are the odds, You lost
Ambassador's been raw since '94
The African attack, Yese wo kum apim a
Apim beba, chale koko da, Let me translate
You can't fuck with us. Shout out K'naan,
Shout out to Shad, Shout out Nneka,
Shout out Baloji, Sarkodie, representing Accra.
You coming against the future, though its futile
I salute ya, cos I'm waving a finger at you
No, No, No, No, No, DIKEMBE!

Father forgive these sinners, they know not
That they finished, we represent the realness
So y'all can keep the gimmicks. Took us a minute
To get it started, now its auto pilot. West African flows
You forced to close your eyelids. And imagine
I rhyme non-stop. Mount Rushmore, forcing dead
Presidents to rock. My tongue sharper than a razor
Blade, My verbs will stay slicing. Evander Holyfield
Guard your ears, Mike Tyson, Spitting at these lames
Watch them touch down in Africa, get snatched for
Their chains. Because we bought your bootlegs and returned it
To the store like, I can't get jiggy with this, where's the
Playa hater that sold it. Meanwhile I'm in Morocco
Penning another classic for the masses. The new
Chinua Achebe get your glasses. So however clever
Your plan of attack, we running it back, you better react
Cos, I'm waving a finger at you No, No, No, No, No
DIKEMBE!

[Scratched Outro]

"You all up in the game and don't deserve to be a player"
"Don't make me have to call your name out"

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