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On the Way Video (MV)




Performed By: Jaz Kahina
Language: English
Length: 2:49
Written by: Jamila Zebiri




Jaz Kahina - On the Way Lyrics




How am I invisible but highly scrutinised?
How am I formidable but hiding from the shine?
Is it cos I'm XX and you're XY?
Chrome is so fly with a black outline
Hardcore letters, perfect one line
Sometimes I like the moths ignore the butterflies
Sometimes we want the greaz and not the f*ckin peace
Cos we build with the friends but wanna end the enemies
Ends is on its knees - babies lacking vitamins A, B and C
DWP cuts from E9 to Mead. Cunts buying properties and leave em empty
Get Ps then leave
Got an epic memory, meant to be a Mensa member
Mentally I'm pedigree, but it's never breaded me
Set but intellectually, vexed but intersectional
Step to me believe you'll be a feminist eventually

I'm old school all day
I dropped the youts off at school for the day
I'm on route to the booth on the train
I wrote the tune on the way

I'm old school all day
I dropped the youts off at school for the day
I'm on route to the booth on the train
I wrote the tune on the way

No one does it like me nah, so I got myself on the feature
This ain't easy Ps but it's a need for me - I feel relief on these greazy beats
I gotta tea leaf all your self-esteem, I gotta repeat all these demons eat
I'm not the reaper but I'll sow the seed, you gotta low unease? Ya Gonna know it's me
I'm a Fantasist I'm on this phantom list to see an analyst
I rant & shit just to channel it I cancel pricks for banter
Shit! Should be a panellist, my fans are random mannerless protagonists within my hypothalamus
Did I imagine it? You see these callouses? was never handed shit
But I'm still landing it and brandishing my anger, wit and tantrums if I'm branded with the band upon the wagon
I'll be banned before I stand with all the cattle and the catting
You got the same look, hook pages out the same book, look shook
When you're booked on the stages, mistook for an artist with a range you're just artist with a Range
You arranged on the day. You're a fake you're a crook!

I'm old school all day
I dropped the youts off at school for the day
I'm on route to the booth on the train
I wrote the tune on the way

I'm old school all day
I dropped the youts off at school for the day
I'm on route to the booth on the train
I wrote the tune on the way
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How am I invisible but highly scrutinised?
How am I formidable but hiding from the shine?
Is it cos I'm XX and you're XY?
Chrome is so fly with a black outline
Hardcore letters, perfect one line
Sometimes I like the moths ignore the butterflies
Sometimes we want the greaz and not the f*ckin peace
Cos we build with the friends but wanna end the enemies
Ends is on its knees - babies lacking vitamins A, B and C
DWP cuts from E9 to Mead. Cunts buying properties and leave em empty
Get Ps then leave
Got an epic memory, meant to be a Mensa member
Mentally I'm pedigree, but it's never breaded me
Set but intellectually, vexed but intersectional
Step to me believe you'll be a feminist eventually

I'm old school all day
I dropped the youts off at school for the day
I'm on route to the booth on the train
I wrote the tune on the way

I'm old school all day
I dropped the youts off at school for the day
I'm on route to the booth on the train
I wrote the tune on the way

No one does it like me nah, so I got myself on the feature
This ain't easy Ps but it's a need for me - I feel relief on these greazy beats
I gotta tea leaf all your self-esteem, I gotta repeat all these demons eat
I'm not the reaper but I'll sow the seed, you gotta low unease? Ya Gonna know it's me
I'm a Fantasist I'm on this phantom list to see an analyst
I rant & shit just to channel it I cancel pricks for banter
Shit! Should be a panellist, my fans are random mannerless protagonists within my hypothalamus
Did I imagine it? You see these callouses? was never handed shit
But I'm still landing it and brandishing my anger, wit and tantrums if I'm branded with the band upon the wagon
I'll be banned before I stand with all the cattle and the catting
You got the same look, hook pages out the same book, look shook
When you're booked on the stages, mistook for an artist with a range you're just artist with a Range
You arranged on the day. You're a fake you're a crook!

I'm old school all day
I dropped the youts off at school for the day
I'm on route to the booth on the train
I wrote the tune on the way

I'm old school all day
I dropped the youts off at school for the day
I'm on route to the booth on the train
I wrote the tune on the way
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Writer: Jamila Zebiri
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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