Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dankie Somandla, artist - TAN. Date of issue: 20.05.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Dankie Somandla |
| Not every religion has a believer |
| Not every teacher has an achiever |
| Not every feature has it a killer |
| Why would I cease to wanna be bigger |
| Than everyone that’s ever made it |
| Everyone that’s celebrated? |
| Everyone that has a vision |
| Has to move on and make a decision |
| To rise above the mdiocrity |
| Rip it to shreds if you know what I mean |
| Coz the btter competitor grab it and wreck it |
| Be whack and respected around these streets |
| He, tellin' lies on the beats |
| He, terrorise what we preach |
| He, killin' the culture, why we allowed this? |
| Did it ourselves, But me |
| I, write the lines with gas |
| I, set alight on tracks |
| I see third degree burns on snitches |
| When they bite my raps |
| My, microphone don’t check |
| My, mouth is dry from tears |
| I drank in the morning |
| The meal was important |
| The rappers I ate for breakfast… |
| Dankie Somandla! |
| Mnandi mas’phila |
| Ridin' around in cars that we dream of |
| I cannot lie, I love to cut cheese up |
| Look at the smile on Tata Madiba |
| MalumeDee shout out to my ninjaz |
| Right up in Troy with thugs and drug dealers |
| Nothin' but love for lyrics and beats, man |
| Nothin' but love for lyrics and beats |
| Look at my life, you can see that I’m blessed |
| When I look at the Bible, I trust what it says |
| The life is for living and rhymes are for spitting |
| My brother, now tell me: now why are you stressed? |
| Why are we sittin' doin' nothin' 'bout rap? |
| Why do we seek to try be on the map? |
| Nothin' but love for lyrics and beats |
| Express it like how it do come from my chest |
| D double E, the lyrical G |
| The syllable monster, spittin' with ease |
| The lyrical choppa, killin' the beats |
| The musical scholar, burnin' up sheets |
| It’s almost every day I feel like I done won the jackpot |
| But every other day I feel like I am lost in Vegas |
| But every day I pray, I practice and I get that paper |
| These other meatheads wanna get in my way, always makin' me pray… |
| Dear Lord… |
| Dear Lord gimme the strength not hurt her |
| I think I’m going insane… |
| That’s when I, I… |
| Burn up in anger |
| Pull up an anchor |
| Run up and gun up |
| I kill 'em, I hang 'em |
| Pulling my fangs out |
| Bury in a neck now |
| Flashbacks be bringing my terrible past up |
| Giving me hatred, animal cages |
| Want me to curse 'em like Anabelle Higgins |
| Limitless paces, look at me changing |
| Lyrically rippin' it going through ages |
| Really be dealing with amateur haters |
| Stickin' the reasons I’m labellin' fakers |
| Silly, these rappers think they can phase us |
| City to city I’m famous |
| As soon as a feature spores, their weak accords |
| Then run and consult a ouija board |
| I creep across, with sleep assured |
| Expose with my lyrics they’re weak at chores |
| I leave a corpse, don’t seek applause |
| Jus' eat that’s all, the scenes are gore |
| The speakers roar, the things get torn |
| Our beats get spawned, let’s do this yo… |
| Let sisters know and jitas also |
| WE ARE GODS |
| Believe it, live it, preach it, teach it! |
| Truly y’all |
| ARIGATO! |
| Dankie Somandla! |
| Mnandi mas’phila |
| Livin' the life I always had dreams of |
| I cannot lie, I wanna be free but |
| But look at the smile on Tata Madiba |
| MalumeDee shout out to my ninjaz |
| Right up in Troy with thugs and drug dealers |
| Nothin' but love for lyrics and beats, man |
| Nothin' but love for lyrics and beats cuhz… |