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