Nobody Likes (Explicit)

Nobody Likes (Explicit) - Kemo The Blaxican

It must be the way they count of me

When they need a guarantee to rock a party

It must be all them black and brown blends

Halla' in the word' blaxican'

It must be the fact they know my name from

Southern call all the way to Spain

Maybe it's the fact that my claim to fame

Was a little southern accent Latin thing

The truth is I ain't got much ice

But I can throw' em blow and rock the mic nice

Like a full time temp turns a sky blue

From hazy gray that's what I do

Maybe it's the fact that I roll that joint

Universal ain't that the point

I think that some rather see me crawl on the floor

Like hand and know

But I ain't that type of cat I smack back

Maybe it's the fact that I act like that

Which leads to the fact I don't give a sh*t

They go their own backyard to deal with

Nobody likes the way he holds his mic

It don't fit in with the trend

The clothes that he wears

The way he comes his hair

He's just that funky' blaxican'

Now he ain't got no one

He ain't trying to hurt no one

But if sucks they come out to offend

Then somebody gonna pay

Y'all know that man don't play

And we'll see who left standing in the end

Sick me in a chamber with a thousand beats

Pen to pad friction to create heat

I flame throw burn' em up like the beat mesquite

Hit' em with a little make you move yo' feet

I want everybody in the joint out they seats

Gangstas warriors crooks and thieves

Hustlers soldiers street elite

You don't know me I rep the cloth

J o I n t I'm the boss

Sh*t getting hot about to blow

Like sen dog did it with that Latin lingo

What up to cypress Mr Jacken

Psycho realm big duck what's happening

Guess who's rapping the Blanca

A swift kick put a wiggle in they a** again

I roll with the dead silence clique

Life support coming through your speaker

Music feint mane maniac

Most Unicode and sicko black

Tambourine la crazy you know the deal

I got black siren in my heart for real

Everything I touch I'm make symbolic

Serving up hits when my voice is on it

Nobody likes the way he holds his mic

It don't fit in with the trend

The clothes that he wears

The way he comes his hair

He's just that funky' blaxican'

Now he ain't got no one

He ain't trying to hurt no one

But if sucks they come out to offend

Then somebody gonna pay

Y'all know that man don't play

And we'll see who left standing in the end

Nobody likes the way he holds his mic

It don't fit in with the trend

The clothes that he wears

The way he comes his hair

He's just that funky' blaxican'

Now he ain't got no one

He ain't trying to hurt no one

But if sucks they come out to offend

Then somebody gonna pay

Y'all know that man don't play

And we'll see who left standing in the end