Lord MAK - In the Air Lyrics

Ayo BluDolla! You're sick for this one boy
Noir Nubian BluDolla Entertainment. We gone take these boys back a little

Ngumlilo boy ungang'lokothi
Pitbull attitude thina asinkonkothi
Real niggas make moves no walky talky
Find me with a fine mami laph' eChaf Pozi
Sippin on my watter while she order up a Krone
Bubbles your man call me Uncle
Lord MAK Joburg is my Kingdom
Money talks and I got a lotta wisdom
Put in the stu im like Pale in the kitchen
Parsley on Thyme
Ayo godly withe vision
You hardly on time
I'm prophetic with the mission
Look good don't it like a flame in the night
Taste real sweet like a doughnut when you bite
Sugary treat yo
Should we retreat? No
Shots in hillbrow
Shots for real bros
We haven't reached the pinnacles that we reach for

Put it in the air nigga put it in the air
You got em fly kicks boy put em in the air
Put em in the air like its puddin in the air
Put it in the air boy
Put it in the air nigga put it in the air
You got em fly kicks boy put em in the air
Put em in the air like its puddin in the air
Put it in the air boy

Yes Sire Mofaya
Die for de game I am de Matyre
You a snitch we burn you with tyre
Your bad bad I am her desire
Versatile flows I came to inspire
Date on your style your lame you expire
Work day and night 9 to 9 perspire
I am a Lord messiah
Shir Khan you're game Im a tiger
Picture perfect the perfect picture my mind is Pixar
Imagination crazy sorta like the campus monster
Metaphor tantra
Money over bad bad Lord MAK mantra
Daddy to you babes ntwana ngiya-baba
Back to the hook rap church its a stanza, rap church its a stanza

Put it in the air nigga put it in the air
You got em fly kicks boy put em in the air
Put em in the air like its puddin in the air
Put it in the air boy
Put it in the air nigga put it in the air
You got em fly kicks boy put em in the air
Put em in the air like its puddin in the air
Put it in the air boy

Its my confession in rappin the mic is my passion
Ngishintsha le fashion these rappers is testin
My ego, Im already stackin the action you already stashin the hash in
You dead before it happens, im steady reppin
My people
Angjikeli kas' lam' angjikeli igaz' lam
Uyangdelela boy ngizok'vuthela ezakwam
Hard ass niggaz from Zola to K1
Whachu know bout a nigga tryna feed his day ones
Whole crew kill italian like Attila The Hun
Bouttega with belts John Don with the puns
Sean Jean with the gun
I ain't taking the fall my goons will take the one
I'm the one they applaud I supply the funds
Break bread with the fam peanut butter and jam
Now we rise like yeast
Takin flights to the beach lifes grand
Talk about these marvelous plans
In Gods hands

Ayo Dolla I aint finished with these niggas I was just warmin up

Put it in the air nigga put it in the air
You got em fly kicks boy put em in the air
Put em in the air like its puddin in the air
Put it in the air boy
Put it in the air nigga put it in the air
You got em fly kicks boy put em in the air
Put em in the air like its puddin in the air
Put it in the air boy