Wosop ft. E.L Lyrics

Yes I'm a rapper

Yes I dey sing

And yet still I'm a factor

That you have never seen

I'm opening a new chapter

Creeping on the scene like a natural disaster

Hurricane Katrina in this industry that dryer

Than a fucking junkyard

Most of it is failure

Like a bad report card

Suppose we had a savior

Someone who could jump start

The heart of this dying industry

See make I tell you

I go sing

I go dance

I go ragga

I go chant

I go rap and I go jump on any swagger that I want

I go hip and I go hop

I go hit you go flop

Wey if you think say I dey joke

You know what

You go shock

Cos I'm serious as a heart attack

If there was a God of rap

He would tell you he made me to bring some fucking order back

I put Africa on the map

Right after I slaughter cats who treat the art like some bitch that they fuck and never call her back

So here I am

Honor me

Promise land

Follow me

Charley this is prophesy

This is what I was born to be

I do this from the heart of me

Like poison in my arteries

Ask Reggie if I ain't the sharpest knife in the armory

And rappers wanna bury EL

They don't know me very well

When kraa you go realize you living in a fairytale

When I touch down

You better say a fucking prayer

And tell em haters

I'm in this bitch

Justin Slayerrrrr

Hahahahahahahaha

Yess

Haha

Yo

Mic check

Ugh

Listen

The truth is ruthless

Most emcees are useless

Don't dare refute or disprove this

In living proof

We spitting so listen

Don't confuse this

I been across the continents

And 7 seas

Slaying emcees with ease

Following all of my rap decrees

I rap with greed and eat emcees

Until all of my jaws bleed

Indeed Ghana needs to be freed of all of this *ignorant* weeds

I'm coming

Machete

Niggas ain't ready to bear the cross

Like the symbols on Chevys

I'm very deadly if you tempt me

Very tempting to these dead beats

If you think C–Real is a memory

All I got for you is one question

Are you ready

Can you rap like I can

Doing a handstand

In hot sand

Stabbing a man with a backhand

Yes, I am that man

One desire; rhyming tighter

Hip Hop's one messiah

Only I and I higher

Play with me get burned with fire

The lyrical, multi-syllable rhyming

Breaking through in the game like a hymen

Flowing on beats like clocks with timing

Checking in books like assignments

I'm in no position to leave fans wishing

You niggas went missing

This is the truth I'm spitting cos it's you niggas I'm dissing

C hyphen Real

That's the name

You know the face

You know where to find me

GH Hip Hop