Type A Yo, don't ever fuck with a Nigerian boy, you naw mean? D'yeah I heard that shit, I heard zero bars Bruh, yo I been cooling out, tried to pour ice in my core 'Cause I'm not human, I'm a war machine, designed to end wars Khaligraph Jones, you should be flexing, nigga, you won the award Now what's this clout-chasing grandpa fighting me for? I searched on Wikipedia, I tried to look up your age Didn't see no Wikipedia, which in itself's a disgrace But that aside, it's obvious say you don tey for this place Allow me to assume you're 52 based on your face Clout-chasing Agbaya, you should look at yourself The Nigerian hype juice got this nigga obsessed You've been tryna blow here but no one ever cared M.I, Ice tried to help, bruh, it never could work 'Cause you're not built like a star, bruh, you've never been dapper Whoever told you you're fresh, that's a serial capper Saw you on that Sound City stage Looking like you came to accept the award on behalf of the rapper Look like you're drip resistant Your fashion statement needs to study linguistics You partially ignorant of that part of the business Why you copping them Benzes? At least come out looking like you are the one that's parking them Benzes The reasons why you must get some drip, they quite logical One: You look like a bum, two: You being sent to the hospital Tekashi wannabe? You're not too far from the truth But this Tekashi would troll you and still murder you in the booth Yo, Kenya, this the nigga you rated as best? Like, if y'all were attacked, he gon' come to your help? If there's one thing anybody learned from Manchester United It's that literally no one is scared of Jones in defense I'm a war machine, once again for you, sonny Feels like xenophobia, you getting killed on this journey Guns, bullets my kids, 'cause I raise them, you dummy I'd have these kids in his chest like a kangaroo mummy See, I'm a menace in this shit, and I'm not conforming Fly niggas with heat to your hood and it gon' get bloody Fifty from the back, fifty from the front Tell motherfucking Billboard that this the real Hot 100 No one should ever put a knife in the hands of a mad genius I'ma keep drawing lines on Khaligraph till the graph's finished With X as a function of Y, Khaligraph's bleeding Have Khaligraph's blood on the wall like a graffiti I'm a cannibal, but I don't feed on the feeble Heard that you a great man, that's what's said by the people I got my teeth ready for a likkle taste of your heart 'Cause Davido rightly said that it's sweet in the middle I'm cool, how this turns out, usually known as the villain I put fear in you rappers' hearts, from the start till December Run circles around you Kenyan rappers Only person I could possibly fear is Kenenisa Bekele Oh, shit, that's Ethiopian, replace that with Kipchoge I said I'll fuck you niggas up with a bottle of rosé, bruh If you were smarter, man, you could've been big The wise men in the Bible were recorded leaving the East How can you say that I be 40, you delusional, clearly Or is it dementia? That's a couple years early Or Alzheimer's? You forgot what you saw on the telly? Or you just ignored my age, you're the Kenyan R. Kelly This is punishment, bro, you ain't making it back Saying dumb shit with energy and calling it rap "Buhari and Trump are the best presidents ever!" Screaming that shit ain't never making it facts I see the lips that you wagging about I need to call Bobrisky to put dick in your mouth Heard that you a thief from the grapevine Gotta give back Charles Okocha his hairline But I'm a young ass nigga, who just started to shine Facing endless possibilities, I'm perfectly fine You some old ass granny that be facing decline You got like two more years before you done, but its a'ight Heh, when the decline is in full effect I could really use a bouncer that knows a bit about rap Hit me on the celly 081555555555