Ransom - Intellectual

[Intro: Usimamane & MswenkoFranko]

(What do you mean, dawg?)

Washa

Uh, uh

[Chorus: Usimamane]

Hukuniambia (Hukuniambia)

Huk', huk', huk', huk' (Ayy)

Hukuniambia (Washa, ayy)

Hukuniambia (Hukuniambia)

Huk', huk', huk', huk'

[Verse 1: Usimamane]

Don't have to prove myself, I'm pressure (Ayy)

I got the sauce, no ketchup

Inhliziyo incane, short-tempered

I was the shit like your ass on Pampers

I'm with my dawg, he strapped up

Only the Lord my Shepard

I mean his parents is rich

Might as well hold his ass for ransom

Might as well go to Sway for the fuck of it

'Cause I really need answers

Cannot believe I went from piss poor to be owning them assets

Nobody put me on

I had to snatch the torch, man, they didn't pass it

I just paid 25 racks for my dawg who's living with cancer

You ain't even five thou' for a show

You ain't еven top five from your bros

You be giving gay vibеs with the toes

Lying to the kids and wearing fake Chrome's

I move like a cheetah, you move like a snail

I'm painting a picture, you're painting your nails

Your mommy was rich and my mom was a maid

Ubuvuka ngeqanda, bengivuka nge maize, bitch

We not the same

Fuck nigga, stay in your lane

Shouldn't have mentioned my name

You was pushing your album, was all fun and games

The shots that you took, better work on your aim

Broke the family curse, see, I broke all them chains

The feature that you were just bitchin' about prolly gon' cost you an arm and a leg

80 racks and some change, ntla

Now you unsending messages like a little bitch

Already pro, can't be dealing with amateurs

You're not him, not even a little bit

You way below, and I'm prolly the opposite

Whole town lazy

I feel like I'm Sportacus

I, B.I.G., Notorious

[?] Oscar Pistorius

[Chorus: Usimamane]

Hukuniambia

Huk', huk', huk', huk'

Hukuniambia (Ayy)

Hukuniambia

Huk', huk', huk', huk'

[Verse 2; Usimamane]

Imagine a Sandton baby boy, he said I'm not safe in Dubane

Shit is a blessing, yis'busiso, I feel like I'm Menzi Ngubane

It can even be 20 v 1

Nonke namadidi, an'khoni

Dominoes, all of y'all fallin'

He said I'm not safe in the Gully

I'm waiting for all of y'all niggas to rap

Still waiting for you to stop wearing wraps

Ain't beefing with you, I got beef with your dad

Autotuning your ass, now you thinkin' you're owning the trap

Well, fuck it

Alley hoop on your ass, I dunk it

Can't even go band for band, let's up it

Blxckie say, "Jump", and you say "Daddy, how high?"

You is a bitch-ass puppet

You're makin' songs for Grade 8s

And you tell 'em to take drugs and they love it

We know a thing or two 'bout your bitch, nigga

But your simp ass still gon' cuff it, ntla

Don't even give a fuck 'bout your stolen closet

Still gotta talk 'bout that Bhinca-Bhinga

So I close the discussion

Fuck, nigga

[Interlude: MswenkoFranko]

'Cause I know who you're talking about, boy

I will name these favourites

Go rap with your colleagues, my nigga

Dawg, I'm calling GMG, speed dial

[Chorus: Usimamane]

Huku nambia (Ayy)

Huku nambia

Huk', huk', huk', huk'

Huku nambia (Ayy)

Huku nambia

Huk', huk', huk', huk'