[Intro: MC]

...So Let's get this show going. So Tuma is up next or, nicknamed, the Wiser Observer. I like that name. "The Wiser Observer" is up next. And this...and this is a brag rap piece. I'm excited about that. A brag rap piece. Tu-...The Wise...Wiser Observer

[Verse 1: Wiser Observer]

I think you misunderstand who I am, man

You know me as a clown but I give red noses on the track man

I guess I am Batman, 'cause I am no joker

I hold hands and pray man to God, he's Jehovah

And then I cock my verse, kill these rappers and every witness

Then advertise on the beat to show I mean business

My friend says I sound mad on the track

That's 'cause I have to teach rap to these rappers who think their in this

You probably won't hear me 'cause the flow's not slow

Amateur rappers know the flow's real pro

R.I.P to Cavity

But I'm doing better things man can't you see?

Slow it down

Beause I want rappers to hear me clearly

This track is the warning shot, next tracks loaded and deadly

I'm trying to be ranked with Nas and Mackaveli

And Biggie

And Black Vulcanite

Keep dropping them songs, ya'll doing it right

And I hope one day, when your fans play

I'll be featured on a track with Mark and Ali

Maybe hit that word spoken with Okin

And I love your music but I'm trying to out pass ya

Not just you, but every single rapper

I break ribs, I break limbs and outcast ya

And I read my bible

So that my spiritual visual's unclouded by the devil

I'm a menacing grimacing rapper on the track though

Your flow is outdated I pray that you hear what I say to you haters

And I know that I sound like an arrogant man

A Namibian who thinks that world's in his hands

But I found my rap niche and Imma fake it 'till I make it

Man the world is for the taking Imma take it

Wise

[Verse 2: Wiser Observer]

Yes I'm still here

'Cause the first verse heard still wasn't that clear

I'm in Windhoek's first draft, hashtag no beer

Put a condom on your ear and fuck what hear

When they say that rap is just a hobby, well I'm hear now

I'm pushing for rap to be my career now

"Hashtag Hiveluah" is something they should fear now

That's if they'll be around

When I open up an entourage of deadly verses

Open hearts, open caskets it's Tuma verses

Every rapper every artist this is my purpose

"Tuma why you so loud? My ears hurtses"

Well I shout into the mic so you can hear me

I turn that base level up so that you can feel

I don't rap about things I don't have, I only spit the real me

My lyrical level's unparalleled understandable that you would fear me

And Cavity's gone so no more thinking 'bout you

A kid from Avis what's he gon' do

And who would've knew that the kid with the glasses would drop a lyric bomb on these rappers

Who would've knew that the kid is on fire and turning these rappers into ashes to ashes

Dust to dust

Killing these rappers yes you know that I must

I came to blow brains and break chains

I don't rap about the money I rap about change

Or maybe I only say that 'cause I don't make any real paper

Well when I make I pray that I stay true to this statement

And yes I said when

Pray to God and work hard, hashtag Hage Hiveluah

I'm going to be a rap god, bow down when you address me

And if God is on my side who goes against me?

Wise