Peace Akhi Lyrics & Chords By Ka

"Pawns man, in the game, they get capped quick. They be out the game early."
"Unless they some smart ass pawns."
Pistols the only piece I see
It's war here but still tell my niggas "Peace akhi"
In the streets bugging, hugging my cousin's snub
Blitzed be still puffing, it's nothing, cuffing a dozen slugs
Obvious protection, defense against public grudge
Object of affection, like a prince for niggas loving drugs
Tummy empty, gun is lengthy, gladly scrambling
Scanning, while combatting famine dragging daddy cannon
I bear arms, now I'm in the pond catching salmon
No quotes are bogus, my notes is focused, your raps are random
I'm pain in the spoken form
This new strain came from where hope is gone
It's tough, fuck I'm supposed to focus on, I'm broken torn
Everybody open and drawn to the way coke is formed
The corner's a stage of rage, I go perform
The block's a hard fight for the bloody money
Get popped, tomorrow night, be a understudy
Fistful and a pistol, riding thugging
With my true niggas, a few bitches live as Tubman
("Queen takes knight pawn.")
You may never love me if you was never hungry
Young G slung D comfortably before I had a gumby
My heart is never the question, I write hard phonetic aggression
My art is parked in the medicine section
Stay sharp, each word carved, it's lettered perfection
I got full bars, you need better reception
Did I mention I pay attention instead of protection?
Peace to my bredren in the depths of correction
True live survived death and deception
A few cry from my effortless sketching
New rides and crew pride's what the records reflecting
I'm too fly, choose Ka, excellent selection
I play chess but my past is checkered
The mic and I are like staff and shepherd
When I apply science, my math's perfected
Gotta move with proper tools for task selected
("Bishop takes Knight to check.")
I'm that nigga--the epitome--till I'm rigid with lividity
Clap you make you statue, violate lady and liberty
You just scratched the surface if you ain't digging me
Used to pull the ratchet, snatch it if it's glittery
I pack the mac admittedly
From the basement your statements have no validity (none)
I'm a hardknock alum
Rep from the X to far Rock, the slum
In any section, destined to pop the gun
("King to rook 2.")
I'm a open book, titles are the index
It's emerging you not a virgin, you been sexed
Think you wanna rumble with the king of the jungle?
Little insects
("Bishop to bishop 8. Discover check."
"And incidentally...")
I was raised in hell, purgatory
Mic in the fist deliver gifts like it's elves working for me
Survived the murder story, words are gory
It's protocol, I owe it all, God deserve the glory