Chorus (Warrior like vocals)

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VERSE 1

This rappers want to bring a storm my way like a tsunami

But they know they cant take this from me, with Kemenya as my linguist

Iam like baked cake or potatoes I choke rappers and make them ask for water

Get ‘em I will murder them with ink, Irv Gotti

Like chaka damus ‘n’ pliers I kill them with the rhymes

i kill them with my melody and all my punchlines

This is a lyrical felony so I am doing time behind bars

I don’t even see ya’ll cos ya’ll are of no relevance like a nickle and a dime

In a little while you all will drop of the line

And this game is a race course so I put you all in a line

I get better with time, like Italian wine

So don’t worry about me I am doing just fine

They debate us,underrate us, fear the Volta

And they rate us but hater hater hate the baker(money maker)

For the paper, cant you see that

I see ya’ll impostors across an acre and I will send you all back to your makers

And who ever created you, forget about what the hater says

I am still the king around here

 

Chorus

 

Eh! You are not on my level

At all at all

You are reaching for the sky and I am reaching for the heavens

We will see who is gonna fall (2x)

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verse 2

Let’s go!!!

You have set impossible standards and I surpassed it

You tested my credibility all this few year n I passed it

HI HATER!!!

All your bad mouthing I know are deliberate

BYE LATER!!!

Get rat poison and kindly finish yourself

Hello, hi rappers, I know I give you sleepless nights

They say the strong survive so i guess I will have to take your daily bread

But instead, I will let you go Ahead and fall in your own trap u set

I paint a perfect picture but I ain’t Shirley

So u want to be in my company and lure me with whispers

If you cant sing get a new business and quit

Or better still i have farm tools and a plantation for you

They debate us,underrate us, fear the Volta

And they rate us but hater hater hate the baker (money maker)

For the paper, cant you see that

I see ya’ll impostors across an acre and I will send you all back to your makers

And who ever created you, forget about what the hater says

I am still the king around here

 

Chorus

 

Eh! You are not on my level

At all at all

You are reaching for the sky and I am reaching for the heavens

We will see who is gonna fall (2x)

Heyba heyba heyba heyba heyba heyba heyba

Heyba heyba heyba heyba heyba heyba heyba

 

Outro:

Who will fall, we will see who will fall

Edem go getem. The volta regime era era

Kemenya lets go

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