Lyrics:
me thinkin' was it worth this
And then it got me thinkin' cause I love this
Stay down and it'll work ya self at time don't be a slave by these choices
better eat your greens, boy, don't give me lip about it
Hello, no one is available to take your call
Please leave a message after the tone
Bro, call
debutantes
Keepin' a legacy goin' by flowin' so involuntarily seamless
Me and my team is finally reapin' what we been sowin' like a seamstress
Now listen
renaissance
And I know that my debutantes
Been keeping the legacy going
By flowing so involuntarily seamless
Me and my team is finally reaping
What we been
speak no English
Brodie he still on that street shit
I made a call
Might just hop in the kitchen
I know the plug
No more hoping and wishing
These niggas
across the Vaal, now they call it Eikenhof
Hannie Neethling lived there, the love of his life
But she was killed by the cold before she could become his
your help
I'm posted and smoking just like my uncles before me
I politic with the stagnant, forget my day by the morning, it go
Corner store, 2 AM
Movie premieres, catch me with the zam enginero
Six six eleven gold, playboy industrialist
Face of a ghost, mind of a technologist
Specialist, modern day
to Allah
I see all this from the desk that I write my rhymes from
Pen starts to scribble on it's own my minds numb
But you can call me modern urban
call me Swiss-English trapper
I will dunk these lyrics on you like posterizing Tomahawk
After you heard my bars, you gonna beg me to stop
I wanna bring
Come here and burn rubber with your uncles
Budweiser on the bumper
Bet I still won't spill
Hit the product for the low
U should call me Shaquille
Laugh
of the English word so
Listen to the verse that she hath prosed for me
These people aren't stupid
This minority niche is only performative
Exclusive for
A nigga marked deadly
Call me shang sung
Cuz I'm soul catching
Killing these rappers
Wit no reaction
Family gone eat
That's all that matters
Call it absurd
and call me later?
Cuz baby, I can follow you to the equator
Do you still remember my face?
Am I in your dreams or was I just passing you by?
Try Try Try Try
gave a fuck what the media gotta say about me
Nigga I ain't got no motherfucking English
I'm from the hood
And you know what?
If a motherfucker come
some modern art
Now im going around again
Taking a survey of all the pretty people around me
You seem to care about my little insecurities, why oh why?
of Gin
You woke up in hell gettin sexed by Marilyn Manson
You lie, you deny, pass me the microphone
I guess like Eddie Murphy you was givin 'em a ride home
rights to proclaim
Suppressed by the English you'd
Think it a shame
How Ireland's best and bravest
Were harried and torn
From the arms of their loved
Ones
The modern clergy
Im on my own plane of existence
Don't call me shirley
Im the hottest item from 98
Fuck a furbie
When I Need a hit
Best believe I use
Masked my modern blues
Freedom's shining through
Opportunity
Acting right on cue
It call's out to me
Silver Grey it's true
All I see is you
Finally I can't
the devil
A modern day Juliet
Looking for trouble
BA-BY!
tell me that you
Love Me!
Kiss me till the
Mor-ning!
Call me when you're
Lo-oh-oh-oh-onely!
Ho-ney!
never heard of me
Naija flow by way of the streets
nothing but goat meat and malt between the teeth
yah
nothing in my hands but my dreams and fate
got
his boy-hood ambition by becoming coroner.
moderate laughter
The rest of you can look it up when you get home. in addition to writing he indulged in
call number 10
Safe in their city, secure in their money
Untouched by the struggles of their country
Now my children go by bastardised names
Shorthand
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