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 guillotine
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, you better react, we're spitting it back
Cos, I'm waving a finger at you No, No, No, No, No
DIKEMBE!
"You all up in the game and don't deserve to be a player"
"Don't make me have to call your name out"