U Ain’t A Killer

By Akala

On The War Mixtape (Mixtape)

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[Verse 1]

I never claim to be no killer, just a little skinny nigga

But I'm down to get in it and jack the ripper if my life's threatened

Sicker than liquor in livers, when the trigger pepper up a silly nigga

Leave 'em stiff, no pretty picture

I'm no atheist, but Satan's waitin'

And I'm one shred of patience from havin' to face him

Real recognize real, but these fakers

Don't see 'til you makin' duppies like Wes Craven

And the haters wanna know if you mean what you spit

And they got nothin' to lose, they gon' never be shit

But dude don't get me confused with none of these cliques

That talk clips then they hit notes soon as they shift

I'm more similar to Malcolm, I track a school yard

But the road is the road so a tool's never too far

I love niggas but I'm no dummy

And ain't no one inflictin' that pain on my mummy


[Hook]

What, you ain't a killer, you still learnin' how to walk

From London to Leeds, get your frame outlined in chalk

Mark you for death, though we pray for a better day

But as far as today, y'all niggas gotta pay, what?

You ain't a killer, you just talkin' a song

You ran to the feds when it's on, pussy, take off your thong

Mark you for death, don't talk that where you from shit

That don't mean nuttin', unless it help you dodge a clip


[Verse 2]

Niggas talk tough but I don't believe 'em

Empty vessels make noise, they always screamin'

Cause a scene in the club, like the bitches to see

Love the hype, love the noise, blud, I don't believe it

These dickheads from school days, walkin' with a screw face

Now they got a ting and they caught a little food case

All of a sudden everybody tuggin', everybody dark

Everybody gums runnin', 'til the guns spark

Firms of dudes deep in the dirt like worms

But worms'll have you burn like an old school perm

It's the most dumb, with most pain, they tote guns with no brain

They will shoot you and tell the world just for the name

It's war, stay with a soldier medal

Keep low in the trenches, or you'll need more than a dentist

In London, niggas'll leave you stiff and dark

No reason in particular, shit it's sick-ular

Get your wig twisted, this shit ain't twisted it's the laws of physics

If a crisp bitch legs' open then a nigga's gonna hit it

You keep talkin' that shit, you go missin'

Lie too many times it'll sound convincin' but


[Hook]


[Verse 3]

Bredren, fuck the hype, laugh if you wise

Cus flames that burn bright, live the shortest life

It's why these loose cannons don't make it to 25

It's time, the signs right there but niggas is blind

So, I stay with the London state of mind

Touch mine, and I'm on you like shit to a fly

Clip and a guy, me nah bust shit in the sky

Think it's lies? When you see me, you are welcome to try

No tuff guy, but trust I, nah bluff my

Talk is true, you don't wanna see the proof

Brudda yo, I'm double O with mind

Anything I do, I move like MI5

That's the rhymes, even coming down to the sight

My eagle eyes recognize snakes, even disguised

Everybody want a plate when you splittin' the pie

But you find you on your own when them shells gotta fly

Know why?


[Hook]