[Intro: TiNaYe]

I am moonblind but the moonrise I see

Ndomutera, ndomuterako

[Verse 1: Malcom Mufunde]

It's hard to live in a world without Don LaFontaine

I'm diarrheal, a lot of shit I can never contain

I gave God an option, I'm lenient as well

Either they send down Heaven or I'm raising hell

They say money made me so I'll return the favor

Can't promise I'll make it rain but I swear, I'll change the weather

The French mourned me the very day that I fell

Only coz my flow deeper than the Baikal

I'm too deep for the radio, I ain't shallow, man

Y'all fear victory, y'all greet it like, "Hello, win"

Every story about Malcom gotta start with a matchstick, I'm on fire

I get points for destroying like Tetris

I light it up like the road to Damascus

My friends golfers and graduates; always with the Masters

I smoke my ego and blow myself a steam

I'm head-hot like a cigarette, my mind agleam

I could kill the five fingers of death this dawning

I could vow on my life but I don't swear in the morning

They say my attitude tense so I guess it's perfect

And my verse has more color than Yuletide celebrations

Welcome!

[Chorus: TiNaYe]

I am moonblind but the moonrise I see

Ndomutera, ndomuterako

I slept in the moonscape and I moonburnt my skin

Ngiyamulandela, ndomuterako

[Verse 2: Malcom Mufunde]

I'm trynna see clearer so my watch has carats

I never claim I'm sick coz I know I'm the virus

How come I spit so many flows but they say I'm flawless?

My verse blows a couple lines like a bloody cokehead

I'm almost Chopin, all my music is classic, I'll

Take 'em to the moon and back: Neil Armstrong

The Brits mourned her the very day my gran fell

So like 'em two water sources; I wish her damn well

Wishing my music popping like it's leading the Vatican

You don't know my soul at all unless you're bloody South African

I'm the King! The one Martin Luther would dream

I'm the King! All because I write better than Steve

I'mma work before I die, not the other way round

The best thing to music since the invention of sound

They say black don't crack, oh my God! I'm the blackest

Kill all the beats except when Alicia Keys still beds them

Welcome to Birchenough!

[Chorus: TiNaYe]

I am moonblind but the moonrise I see

Ndomutera, ndomuterako

I slept in the moonscape and I moonburnt my skin

Ngiyamulandela, ndomuterako

[Verse 3: Malcom Mufunde]

Why watch the throne when you can sit on it?

I got that theory of everything, word to Steve Hawking

They say I'm the greatest rapper in Africa

The last two words in that statement ain't really important

Strive said I could make money off lines too

My response was pompous, I said, "times two"

Y'all stargazing when you're looking at me

And I'mma rule till I die like it's a monarchy

You got 'em golden teeth now, you been biting my flow

But in my profession, platinum's worth more than gold

I'm not joking but I'm darker than a dark night

My punchlines shocking, they wave up a flatline

Even the FBI asking who the F be I?

He keeps dropping bars, what kinda jail he like?

My competition is a dragon coz they don't exist

Only I spit more fire; George Bailey III!