[ Featuring Kijana Damu ]
Take me back to home
Momma whipping up on condiments & spices on the stove
My father's jazz collection DVD records for the soul
Serve reminders of the times of old, the time before,
I figured all the world's façade
Succumb to velocity of the world at large
Steady pacing, steady racing, still been facing, sour faces
Witch-craft artists, swallowed by the ages
Left in agony
I wrote another classic
Palms were full of scars
Sculptures stained with blood
My art is no façade
Incremental odds, they dealt us
Sacramental
Mathematics of the ancient times
Holy matrimonies were divorced
The fall of man endorsed, by those descendants
Codependent, on the vices of the earth
I conjured from the dirt, and broke the curses, deeper than the surface of placenta chops, broke the knots.
Pampers, prayers, paramount
For shitty days in fair mount
Get out your feelings I'm in the village
Olova dice dealing
Shay'ipop you know how we living
Picture how I'm chilling
In the hills nigga
Even if I make a million I'll forever be the same spitter
Cause vili liyajika
What you say when you not talking figures is not true
I feel greatness every time I step inside the rap booth
A young group of South African artists that's chasing dreams
Is it really what it seems when we see them on the screens ?
Is there money from the streams ?
Is your pocket full of cheese like you really say it is ?
That's why why I won't mention it
Gotta live my life
Gotta understand growth
Need to crawl before you walk
Now that's a souvenir quote
Broke artists dope rhymes
All the shawties that I kicked it with
Know that I'm a real nigga
I'm from the streets of Ladysmith where my people's love to squeeze the triggers
Now you know...
