Lyrics South Africa - 2020

South Africa

Yo, 6 zones from home
And I’m walking up Elephant’s Eye
On Table Mountain there’s no name that is relevant, I
Took a chill pill
Killed a bottle of elegant wine
Got my chill fill drinking liquor that’s top of the line
In South Africa, nobody know my name
Nobody got opinions, yeah, we are one in the same
And nobody talkin' Trump
Nobody kicking blame
And nobody give a fuck enough to be taking aim
At me
(Yeah) I’m on vacation, I’m just a part of the tides, yeah
Hillside elevation, I’m parting with all divides, yeah
Translation, I’m not where you are
And all the trouble back at home is just way too far
And all the comments on my page that I could take to heart
Are all stuck in the same country that I left my car
All the people that been bitching bout my repertoire
Will never come between myself and this seaside bar
Yo, yeah
One in a thousand, browsing the cloudiness of my brain
Clowning myself but never been doubting surrounding flame
Loud and supporting shouting and counting in other names
All of us out here dreaming' so all of us are the same
We’re the same!
We’re the same, yeah, yeah
Said we’re the same, we’re the same, yeah
We’re the same with different flows
Same goals but different clothes
Now Protege, watcha doin' man
Watcha doin' man
Listening to these chumps man I don’t know what the problem is
Aggravated cause they haven’t made it, they the bottom bitch
Just remain anonymous
I continue to prosper and
Maybe they ain’t have the f- sense to know what a profit is
With 20/20 (vision see)
That I don’t need to co-sign
Addicted to my rhymes and it must’ve been all the dope lines
Plus my flow divine got em ape shit the whole time
Let’s see how many primates it takes to have a bovine
We’re
Six zones from home y’all know that I rap raw
Six hoes six O’s y’all know that’s a dropped jaw
Six foes slit throats you know that i’mma kill em all with
Slicker flows and sick shows though I don’t need applause
(For murder)
See that’s the shit that I’m contemplating
For these men
Strolling complaining just want to whine like ladies
Bitch smack attacking em Savage until they cry like babies
Or a bunch of mother fucking kids I guess these Tom’s are Brady’s
Oh
We’re the same, we’re the same, what the fuck you mean
Coming at me and fuck a diss bitch it’s a eulogy
All of this distance exhibit differences tween you and me
Hold the phone I gotta (ring) holla 20 what you need
Yo I need the bass knockin'
I need the snare slappin'
I need a sea breeze leading me to keep rapping
I’m sick of dreaming, it is stupid and disturbingly fake
The people I get while sleeping sleep on me while I’m awake
But nothing’s real when I’m standing on the south tip of Africa
Might as well be chillin' in a high rise in Malaga
I found my peace in Botanical Gardens, ya feel
I found relief
At Agulhas, with honest appeal
On to me
They been capping calling me a wannabe
But on God
I’ll be whatever the fuck I wanna be
When I’m on
I’m your one and only like monogamy
Shark in a pond
In a saturated rap economy (yeah)
I shut the doubters down like load shedding
In an open ocean but I don’t know where my boat’s heading
I didn’t pour my heart and soul to get so little respect
Thank God I got a place to keep that shit from having effect
South Africa