African Fiction Video (MV)

Killed rappers
No evidence on the crime scene
FBI Detective saw shit, she Ent ever seen
African Niggas pull Triggers
With no fears
Pull out guns with automatics & heat seekers
Death in the air, make you pray to Jesus
When you Ent prayed in a Long time
Keep your distance, bloodstain on your sneakers
Ditched them to hide the evidence
And it's Evident that rappers been killed
And it merciless
No fingerprints we hate negligence
Police won't find shit even if they investigate
To make the crime scene I had to meditate
Like Sherlock Homes, I had to calculate
My mind Italian yet blood is from Africa
Yeah my flow is like art
Yeah Da Vinci and the painter mafia
You thought we were dumb as shit
Well your ignorance is served with you sucking my whole dick
Your girl's mouth is buzz eye
I swear I won't miss
Besides that my dick deserve a nice kiss
This is not a diss song it's a killer song, I gotta keep these raps tight like a stripper's thong
By the time the cops get here
We already gone
Abracadabra, magical rapper,
I could turn your life bitter like a Heineken Lager
Soul of a survivor, buffalo soldier, heart of a killer
Your top is cheap, weak like a fake drug dealer
I am the bogyman make you shit your dippers
I will make hell break lose
At every rap cypher, I murder student and the master
Colder that Darth Vader, I am like Darth Maul
Use my red light saber, leave your guts on the floor
Kill a beat like slick rick,
Daddy never knew his son
Was hot like Will Smith, my flow sick
And times tic, so I am finna Murder these Rappers
Before my times tic.