[Verse AKA] Started bottom, was rolling around in that Toyota bakkie The is ours, I'm hungry for power, Gaddafi Gaddafi You go to the tube and all that you see is Versace You go to my school, they can't tell you shit about Chris Hani Hani This ain't the of the free, no propaganda machine Handle my on the screen, then light a candle for 'Dibs Then a candle for 'Dibs, okay the jets, smoke, smoking the jets Smoking them cigarettes Taking it straight to the [?] This is the revenge
Nkosi sikelela, thina, namagenge Godly, Godly, Run I'm holding the crown, my soldiers so throw in the towel We come through the kitchen with permission, no photo's allowed
[Verse 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 having no morality is totally What's going on with these over the internet posting some messages Next you know your career is over, ntwana, over some characters It's the juxtaposition of stupidity over intelligence Ntombazana ushishiliza ngendunu phansi and you're for happiness Emhlabeni mel'uz'bheke, crucial Ubothemb'itshe uthembe umuntu laugh in your face while they planning to shoot you Bafuna ngo-left, ngik'bambe ngo-right, mina kleva I'll hurt you We outchea living that Eskom life, we in that power circle See all I wanted was a peace of mind to speak My mind the are mine I haven't even reached my prime, ng'sazokwenza blind Ngisazokwenza blind Aw mina ngiy'ntsimb'edl'ezinye, Just between the lines and when the sparks Fly you can see the grind See the grind,
K.O] K'dala sibatshela k'phethe thina la Kodwa kungena ngapha ngapha Kungena ngapha kuphuma ngapha,
[Verse AKA] I'm something like Selassie women and Jah seed God-speed to my Fuck whatever your reads, I'm on the mission [?], they're politicians in hot seats Fuck with the gods, top of the charts, name a level I can't Better check credentials, [?] protect your Do you want progress or do you want Better mine presidential, influential More gold bottles, no This [?] is fucked 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