Lyrics By Heart Boy - Medikal

By Heart Boy

AMG Business, by-heart boy
Bɔ me din ma me, MDK, favourite emcees
I swear down, Ghana got it.
I salute!
Shutouts to the godfather dem
EL baaaiby, I respect y’all
EL I’m a beast, I’m a lion
You claiming you better than me, why you lying?
They showing me love from Botswana to SA to Naija
I’m getting messages from Zion, my life is inspiring
Inpadi namo gyebo Louis Figo sef no get game pass me
Hero be the title
EL, I’m an idol
Mass destruction like a riffle, my memory vex (verse) like a Bible
I swear say nobody fi do this,
I fi go off the top in the building cos I’m ruthless,
My fist on your face and I leave you looking like a baby wey just come from
pussy, you toothless
Inpadi make you no vex me chaley,
Put me on repeat and never next me chaley
Skinny nigga but trust me I’m hefty chaley,
Ibi Jah wey dey bless me chaley
So don’t test me chaley
Same question everyday, yɛfrɛ me sɛn?
Beezy
Yow, somebody gimme the keys to the washroom, I got shit to do
Small time I go dey electrify y’all
No be say I dey come pick at you
Your girlfriend just took off her wig
She wan make I jey ma knicker too
She asking of a condom, but I make it plural, condoms, make it two, Swine
Now she be acting like a promoter, Joey let’s get beezy
Joe I’m after the paper, CJ, Grand theft things, no Luigi
Put your coins for susu box inside
Y’all whack pass baseball bats besides
If you figga say your body bad, make you never try meet me
If you really want peace hide
Yɛ frɛ me sɛn?
Me borste intro no aa 10K,
Mo mpo deɛ sɛ anka me no you never be ma level,
Cos I swear tɔ dabi a nana all day,
Me ne Nyame tumi bɔ nkɔmɔ ma ɔkyerɛ me sɛ my son wagye wo din wɔ Bombay
ɛnkyɛ biaa Jupiter nɛbɛ booke wo shows mɛmpɛ aba
Paddie you for nor say omo sa aa nana vim dey
Judge foɔ bribe me, clocke ticke me, time watche me, ouch!
Ohemaa, mepɛ sɛ wo de wo nan gu m’akyi
Take you from the bed to the couch
Hit you in the East and the South
Menngyai ngum anaa sɛ make I put am for your mouth,
Make you never fuck with Obidi pon bede firi sɛ woyɛ mumu kraa, I go fit to
make you shout.
Bede!
Let’s talk about bosses, oh yes oh yes bosses
Talk about profits, losses
Wanna earn or learn courses
What you know about these Guccis and Michael Korses?
Man never forfeit topics
I’m a Capricorn, why you think I came with tropics
I am the problem, solve it, flow like H2O I’m the solvent
They call me Deezy the don, where I’m from
Kids never act like they were born, cos a tool go fi dey pon your bone for your
phone
Nobi fun for the streets
I dey tell you cripple fi run,
Bomboclat, me I stay higher than astronauts,
Manna bad man faster than nascar cars,
Make I roll one, have a feel of Rasta thugs,
You for turn disciple follow these moves, as I drop these banabaaars
Money making machine, frɛ me Criss W-A-double-D-L-E
Them dey claim say them no go love roll plus me, deep inside them dey love we
I no dey worry bout your girl ein moff I de fear say maybe she go break ein
knee,
Cos she de suck pass nigga wey dey get zero for class
Real bad men see what I mean
Pampamsraga, mepɛ ɛto akakraka
Busa Julie wɔ Adabraka, meyɛ magic, abrakadabra
Mennsrakwa, aseɛ hye a yɛn nkanfra
Anyway every ghetto youth be a gift to Ghana
Still dumsor chaley, oh Mahama
Nokorɛ no woka aa yedwawo sɛ cassava
Niggas pii yɛ salaaala.
Too mooorch
Okayyy!
Akye sɛ palago
6 (Yaa Pono’s Style)
Pono biom, welcome to ma area
Mmerewa nɛpaase me codeine
Afei rap nu, Ghana foɔ ankasɛ me na mete so a mede bɛkɔ New Orleans
Yɛse me lines kye, ɛyɛ frytol
Yɛse me flow ne kye, ɛyɛ police
Mmaa ne sɔ ma hanmu s3 light pole
Yɛbesi me head master wɔ Krogiis,
Wemmia me a, me a mebɛ mia woto
Nsɛmfonn kwa, nanso daa mo to
Nobody bad, we bad, enti wo kɔ gyina baabi ka meho nsɛm a metuawo mako
Shuga Kwame se boy no yɛ stubborn,
Shorty I go protect you like condom,
0 16 woyɛ guy paa na wo dubbe
Still niggas da so sa korrgon.
7 (Kofi Kinaata’s Style)
Taadi west side legacy Kofi Kinaata
I present the past
Sɛ entum nnya eziban ndzi a mɛnroshe,
ɔnkyerɛdɛ ɛyɛ fast
Ame ne wo new discussion, father of chat
Awoa, ɛyɛ mother of slack
High grade family, mentum mbɔ no low class
Me nan wɔ rim, Terry Bonchak-a
Mass-a, mekura me license for flow, wɔfrɛm rap driv-er,
Maatase, ɛyɛ john, meyɛ don, wonnfa Caesar dze mma Caesar
ɛwɔ dɛɛ me burne wɔn sharp
Maagye me kerosine, obi mpaase lighter
Wɔn mpɛ dɛ wɔbɛtaase dɛɛ wɔyɛ dum, meyɛ sɔ
Me future yɛ brighter
Bi like the beat finish
Poof!
Swag, swag, swag!