(Let’s get it!)
Pacing in motion, I move with intention
N I got some surgical bars, cut with precision
They question the motives, I’m questioning limits
Like I own the game, now I bend it and twist it
Mind stay reserving the real from the gimmicks
You don’t get to see me
Smile in a room when I’m sensing the tension
They crave validation
N They Hate to clap when they don’t get a mention
You keep giving on this diamond the pressure
They try to test me I tell them Tabesha!
Competition is coming, I tell it endesha
Compare me to who, napala besa?
Shipeneka meeno, emisango nabwesha
Iyi ni type Ilya yisa na stretcher
I’m coming for bodies, so balala pesa?
Chasing ascension, impatiently waiting
Assessing that they get a strap when they can't get it up
They keeping on aiming but don’t get a shot
No hesitation, I jump in the fire
Flow got ignition, there’s gas for the choir
I’m bleeding to earn it, I flip then I strain it
The beat has been murdered
Reserving my silence for moments that matter
(Verse)
I tunnel decisions, I question the mirror like
'who are you becoming?’
I’m fighting my demons, you fighting malaria
Your mouth is the only thing running
Impatient with limits, I sprint through the ceiling
Hesitating to kill it, I’m not with the grieving
Un announcing my presence, I'm breaking defenses
You questioning who's on the throne?
Better come to your senses
‘Respect’ is the caption, like period
Niggas are back on their mensies
I would have been dissing but leave them to trip
Coz that is a given
They try to top me but they ain't got the grammar
I focus on goals, isumbu ukutenta nasana
They got better flows, efyofyena nakana
These rappers are kids, bena fye bana
I’m back on the coast; I'm not on the come up
I've given it most, the boy been a runner
N I got the base like a drummer
Are you trying to compete?
Speak up we ain't with the stammer
I try to dumb it but they still won’t get it
They will never be ready, to judge it on merit
I often embellish, that this is a trait that my kids will inherit