[Verse One: Started from bottom, was rolling around in Toyota bakkie The summer is ours, I'm hungry for power, Gaddafi You go to the tube and all you see is Versace Versace You go to my school, can't tell you shit about Chris Hani Chris Hani This ain't the land of the free, no propaganda Handle my on the screen, then light a candle for 'Dibs light a candle for 'Dibs, okay Smoking the jets, smoke, the jets Smoking like cigarettes it straight to the head [?] This is the revenge
Nkosi sikelela, thina, thina Godly, Godly, Run I'm holding the crown, my soldiers surround so throw in the We come the kitchen with owner's permission, no photo's allowed
Two: K.O] My flow is so Mfanakithi, can't handle this I annihilated all my competition so no further challenges Look, going against the ntwana is totally blasphemous In the city where no morality is totally fabulous going on with these amateurs over the internet posting some messages Next thing you know your career is over, ntwana, over some It's the juxtaposition of choosing stupidity over Ntombazana ushishiliza phansi and you're hoping for happiness mel'uz'bheke, it's crucial Ubothemb'itshe uthembe umuntu They laugh in your face while they to shoot you njukuculel'amagugu Ng'zobamba ngo-left, ngik'bambe ngo-right, mina kleva hurt you We living that Eskom life, yeah we in that power circle See all I ever wanted was a of mind to speak My mind the streets are I haven't even my prime, ng'sazokwenza dizzy blind bsuy blind Aw mina ngiy'ntsimb'edl'ezinye, Just read between the lines and the sparks Fly you can see the grind See the grind,
K.O] K'dala sibatshela ukuthi k'phethe la Kodwa kungena ngapha ngapha Kungena ngapha ngapha, kwenzenjani?
[Verse Three: I'm something like Haile women and Jah seed God-speed to my whatever your palm reads, I'm on the mission Like [?], they're politicians in hot Fuck with the gods, top of the charts, name a I can't reach check credentials, [?] protect your temple Do you want progress or do you Rolex? make mine presidential, influential More gold bottles, no This whole [?] is up, and we all follow No Gupta gate, no magistrate, just mami's shake like cold Bank falling, no foreign, no problem faces in briefcases like Zim dollars Say Our