Lyrics: Thabang Byl
Music: Thabang Byl
It ain't mystery everybody got an image to sell/
Everybody figuring their current reality hell/
My front always telling my brothers that everything is well/
But I got series of disturbances I need to quell/
How living foul gets to be venerated in jest/
People get Eviscerated /
When they ain't seeing effects/
Hoarder of hearts, where souls buried under ashes/
We in a dark place, cold the bottom of the basket/
We in love with the Culture of honouring the destroyers/
I just wanna be the one with keys like James Poyser/
Make sure the drum is on time like Tag Heur /
saw the blood spill but they defended by their lawyers/
call the boys up/ How does a man make his own fate?/
Smug, Do you benefit from a prior mistake/
Shrug/
Piling individual regrets/
Like Rookie, never graduated always a cadet/
Cold chill,Caught feels, idolizing the ideal/
Like the long list of killer pondering on those killed?
I know this girl who was a saint /
Most hopeful and most modest/
Most intelligent in her crew/
A whole world view of promise/
They took her joy/
in exchange, Something struck her down/
I seen the darkness in her a face like the removal of the sunshine/
IT seemed like the night was too dark for her eyes/
Something killed her a Ray's of hope/
Like her spirit getting eulogized/
It was something for the gods and drowning her ambition /
Like someone need pay for something that happened in prison/
And she ain't never was the same, we all seen her face change //
her lover become estranged/ getting shunned like plague/
for a deed there's a wage/ nothing new under the sun/
The feeling of getting betrayed/ make you a pull a gun/
I saw the burning of rainbows/
desecration of idols/
a shrine in river/ bowing down to a pharoahs/
Iām striking the same pose/
They hear me with the flow/
With a GArment that be woven from fabric of the cosmos/
God knows i'm lining up all foes/
I'm about to make it burn for them so bring a firehose/
Hook: The bright lights in the city/
Its easy to get little dizzy/
aint a biggie/
aint abiggy but a blight and a misery
Getting busy
Life is pity/
Life in the city/
Verse2:
Forget about a win like its between Authur and Cleo/
You on high but you'll never know like its placebo/
It's a wild feast on the cameras like Nat Geo/
I'm a father to the science you should call me Galileo/
A township Black rock star Brenda fassie/
hosting StarTalk, Tyson Neil de Grasse/
Black, i'm the carbon that you be trying to copy/
Transfer, like polynesians to Malagasy/
One of kind , like black cat Henry Cele/
You gonna have to call me the Pro like uNomvethe/
Iām the one you gonna have to hold responsible/
for pushing over the envelope and rocking the rocking with Impossible/
Here's the offer for your total losses/
From the most accomplished rapper with an oath of office
Laying out the forces like i'm rolling out reconnaissance
Never giving threats just reversing a broken promises/