Freestyle

A cobra on the land is a cobra in the shrubs and still the cobra on the hills The fire that ravages the grasses fear no Greenness of the forest It first wears them rags and strips them naked Dare not my laughing hyena I cleanse the bones and make them hopeless even in the life aftermath. I don't just bark.... I bite and crack to the marrow. Feel like roaring like a lion that I am King of the jungle Still the champ in the Royal rumble The face doesn't make me humble I run and ruin the hurdles In scores of minutes i do double In all of these, still I don't tumble Girls dem daddy, but they call me uncle Cos i conquer the heavy Ukwu ukwu Don't give a damn about the looku looku (FM CONCEPTUAL)