Weekend rap-along: ‘XXl’ by Don Jazzy approved rapper, A-Q

Last week, Nigerian rapper, A-Q released an enigma freestyle described by some as the most ‘Legit’. Sometime back way before he released the enigma track, Don Jazzy tweeted – calling Rapper A-Q ‘one of the sickest rappers alive’. He jumped on the Don Jazzy’s co produced beat for Kanye West and Jay Z collabo ‘Watch the throne’ album.

He has followed up with another track titled ‘XXL’, and video for his singles ‘Champagne and rum’ or ‘Sold out’ off his debut album, ‘The Past Present and Future’ is in the works. XXL features Soul, singing the chorus and produced by Beats by Jay.
XXL by AmeyawDebrah
Verse 1

All they do is talk about a million sold

Platinum sales money and hoes

Hennessy and mo getting me bored

U really got to blow just to get u broads

Let it be said

Before I do u lord  let me be dead

Make an ass out of yourself just to get u bread

It aint even like its going to get u fed or get u heard

Ur track is wack even u urself know it

So why u trying hard like it wasn’t u urself that showed it

I know life is a bitch that’s why I’m breeding lots of female dogs

Ur song should be in the recycle bin recycled rhymes email junk

Let it be known chat about my life all day in a way u don’t value ur own

I’m bad to the bone that produces red blood cells u can tell I’m back in d zone

Pass the patrone light up a blunt

I don’t give an F u can ride if u want

Take a lil msg to u rap number1

I’m Back– get the f**k out of my throne

so why wud I try to act fly

1st dey shit on us now they using us for ass wipe

The senate seating on our money while their cash pile

Read the fact file  get it up and act wild

If war breaks out how u gonna chill in the house that u bought and be acting up

How u gonna live like a star driving them cars all up in the club and pop

Pop champagne what u gonna do if a tsunami hits—- cos u got money

after all said and done ur vanity upon vanity rich aint that a bitch

I’m racing in my sleep guess I’m chasing dreams

Ur best rapper spits fire I’m spitting laser beams

y’all want me out the game then I guess u win

But the same door out is the same door in

Chorus

I’ve seen the high I’ve seen the low

Paid my dues now I’m ready to go

Blood in my eyes that’s the hustlers code

Hustlers code

I stay fly can’t touch the ground

Come my way and I’d run u down

Like the champ I’mo run ur town

Run ur town run ur town

Verse2

These people hand me their trust I can and i burst no canibus and I

aint the fan of the cops, wanna hand me cuffs I ran with the bus but

government got us all f**ked in the asshole

They like tadpoles in cashflow

With waves degrade d minimum wage, live us in rage living on

hope,living with the blood that the innocent paid

Is this how much ur soul cost

Is it all about the money and how much a fella floss

to me is just a game to me its just a spot

The only cost is winning and I know I got more beats than josh– hush

They calling me out I put em on hold

next phone call I’mo put It on a song

U tell me ur right I tell u I left I’m light yrs ahead u 10mins gone

I got clock set on Gods time

god flo god body God I got mine

Omg I got rhymes cot damn

How can i brag when my brothers are getting cutdown

Bokoharam bomb up how is it I can shine

When poverty is intense priority is crime

And these rappers got the guts talking they sick where from

I’m positive with God the negative is me in hell form

Better get the hell on, animalistic in this bi**ch with a baseball bat

and a hockey cap ready to smash on sloppy cats

Even when I’m rusty I go rocky on this punching bags

My old flow is dusty still it got knuckles that could brush u bad

Hands up 2 fingers  double f**k u signs

pop a bottle to that I pop in a bullet with ur name and pop ur spine

Chorus