rap.like - DJ Static, Negash Ali

I still catch the holy ghost, from the notes I stroke

Power, why u think my throat is hoarse

Priceless, your shit is bought in a store

Silence, i want order in court

Still got aggressions, still wanna take a head off

Still go from pretty mellow to heavy metal

In the game for many medals, you play that petty cello

Sooner or later shit will explode

Off the richter, to some odd dimension

You can’t come to visit you we’re too cost efficient

On twitter your trending, my guitar is trending

The signal transmitting, send your wristwatch spinning

Your sim card missing, your insta flicking

I’m still a KingKong figure, go benchwarm nigga

Was in free fall descending, but i’m recharged with incentives

Got street smarts and business I will evolve with a vengeance

In the eons of adventure till' I’m beyond a legend

You just keep calm in the tetris

But I know that there’s more than meets the eye

So I close mine, I get Stevie’s sight

Growls in the key of knife, finds a beat to slice

Designed to free a mind, at the speed of light

Doing espionage

On some do or die shit like Im Julian Assange

Volcanic nigga man I’m bout to blow up

Panoramic picture from Heimlich maneuvers

Got eses in L.a.

with muy cilantro

With my lawyer in New York «where the Parmesancho»

And we plotting on these fucking mooleys

Boiler behind the toilet like I’m Michael

Fuck love, I prefer a the strip club

To get the devil out my head I’ma rhino

Drunk driving and I can’t lie man i fucking love fighting

Fucking love watching a tough giant get struck by lightning

Hit the mud diving

Got touched lightly

Told my boxing coach «Look old man I’ma power puncher»

I need em' down on the ground ain’t got a hour nigga

I got that Mike Tyson temper give me like 5 avengers

They might fly in the sky but that won’t ride in my dimension

From Aarhus to L.A. 9 hours in the airwaves

I get bored on airplanes

So I got crunk to sustain me

Muslim last name u know they’ll interrogate me

But I’m even more Bukowski, when a nigga rowdy

U got nothing on me im outy

In my seat and I’m acting like a asshole

More drinks shut that baby up pronto

Upon arrival hit my homie in oOC

Get inspired by that old money

Hit the corporate buildings where they throat cutty

U gon throat cut me u don’t know throat cutting

After that, Sunset boulevard, raves, and pull a broad

Of Course i go and break a law

Misdemeanor villain man I can’t get caught

Got my license to ill that’s a danish passport