Lyrics: Thabang Byl
Music: Thabang Byl
Down from the thunder cloud/
Thor on Battle ground/
Landmarque magnico, handing out a knuckle down /
i can't stop, this name came from a rebel town/
Lion brotherhood Namib pride, you getting hunted down/
underworld lithium ion polymer prime/
cover desert planes if you step, come bearing sign/
spitting venom blades on meticulous cuts/
tough as blue denim fades/
lame ducks getting taped up/
They misunderstood Nina's thread up on the fabric/
She gave her sainthood, in a painful written classic/
The Road to hell/
They pave it with a good intentions/
What the speaker tells/
hear the groundswell/
I'm in a sleeper cell/
and its for this appointed moment/
no equal Opponents/
A hand written Condolence /
There's target and a Weapon aimed/
If you hesitate/
then your name remain as a renegade/
i'm still asking myself how this became/
How nigga like me from my street got in the game dawg/
On the come up/
They never looked at us twice/
Our hood was a hostel/
On the run up/
Got the stripes/
the mighty get Toppled/
Everybody got their price/
You knew... you either Shut up/
suck it up/
Or be precise/
We've just never been the same /
you've been a lame/ when we had to walk through a hurricane/
landmarq the code name/
like compass for direction when you gotta step through this terrain/
Colossal , That's how i know can't miss me/
Fossil like a known record a fig tree/
Right now you looking flustered /
Lackluster like SA criminal justice/
Stay raw/
Break loose from drugstore/
8-ball blank sinker/
snuffing like like a wild boar/
Im soaring to sun and you can see the wind push me/
Had a friend like brother, a coward murder took him/
They came to him as sheep wearing a wolf skin/
we drown sorrow in imperial count pushkin /
Never too late, to become what you could have been/
atoms hanging off a crucifix/
blood flow of warfarin/
disordering - a spirit case -on clinical trial /
you could either look for life of find poison in a vial/
stocking up on lost files /
book of life in trash piles/
fingers look for something tactile/
a sort of fact file
it was demon, got mistaken for angel/
but when it pixelates it transform like a contagion/
if you understand, something brought about a change/
Im on flux mode, roll like a commodities exchange/
on paper on a page its looking kinda strange /
But the sound is of a lions den,tearing up a Narrow cage