NGA / NZL ft. Fozter Lyrics

Like, unless, apart from Vatican City

There's fucking

MC in every country out there

That can spit warmer shit

Than these top dons

Honestly

Like straight up, just

Just cause I rep a different flag

What?

That means you don't rate me?

Try to keep your hands down then

Cause all I see is skyward phalanges

Every time that I rhyme on a rap beat

It's compounding

Problem assigned like a maths sheet

I'm a prime can't divide

When you add me

So I say stay mad (Moby Dick)

You think you're the captain

But like Ishmael I'm outlasting ya

Aye Ahab (nosy prick)

Bout to take your belt like I am

Israel Adesanya

Nah your maps ain't got our cities on em

Guess we make songs you don't intend to sell

Fuck an accent they gonna notice

When we bomb em

From the NGA to the NZL, I said

Nah their maps ain't got our cities on em

Guess we make songs they don't intend to sell

Fuck an accent they gonna notice

When we bomb em

From the NGA to the NZL

The NZL, the uh

Monopolised so put your hotels on it

You wanna be top of the pile

So you let no one else on it

It's like

Talk your shit

But the awful spit you'll submit

You call it sick but I don't smell vomit

It's lies

Yeah I could rap rings around you

With both my eyes closed in reality

Nah there's nothing you're supposed to be

Telling me about the game

You're still the lettuce in the sandwich

Even with that bling bling

Around your name

But I'm bout to rain down on em

And it's sweeter than a champagne shower

With the way that I'm dousing em

Shrink em they need counselling

Never need to take a break

My prey I'm pouncing like

Cat and mouse on em

And you're super clueless

And truly proved it again, quite basic

Well what the fuck did you expect me to do?

Man I fucked your ugly stepsisters too

Shoe snug like Cinderella

When I step in the booth

It's true

Nah your maps ain't got our cities on em

Guess we make songs you don't intend to sell

Fuck an accent they gonna notice

When we bomb em

From the NGA to the NZL, I said

Nah their maps ain't got our cities on em

Guess we make songs they don't intend to sell

Fuck an accent they gonna notice

When we bomb em

From the NGA to the NZL

The NZL, the uh

Look, see

It's black and white

That since I'm from the green white green

They'd rather die

Than see me reach the dreams I dream

Still I beeline

Livid because I'm reminded

Frequently of these times

The people wouldn't heed my pleas

They wanted to turn me

Into a feline feen

A cocksucking pussy

It's not finna be my thing

I got stubborn as it got

So I could remind thee

I'd rather DIY before I DIE

When I get to the +64

Truss I'm ringing Nathaniel quickest

Despite conditions

I'm steadily spitting with spite I'm vicious

I write and then writers mimicking me

On the mic and pencils

Turn my men to parrots (memento paris)

Like Eiffel pictures

I rhyme ballistic, right hand on the Bible

I'm wild as it gets

Put my city on the map

Like cartographers' stylus inking

And I played with words

Til I got awards

Like I'm Nigel Richards

Put my life in these lines on the line

So I'll rewrite your histories

I'm Fozter

Nah your maps ain't got our cities on em

Guess we make songs you don't intend to sell

Fuck an accent they gonna notice

When we bomb em

From the NGA to the NZL, I said

Nah their maps ain't got our cities on em

Guess we make songs they don't intend to sell

Fuck an accent they gonna notice

When we bomb em

From the NGA to the NZL

The NZL, the uh