i tracked down the mic like i found an old verse
its like a funeral practice everytime i re-hearse
they said il never be too/two dope like bi-annual drug tests
must have laxatives on they torso if they think they'll get that shit of their chest
slavery is like financial advice, no margin for free will
only through Jo'burg fairy tales will you get Jack'd on a Hill
i know im whack cause this is my skill at its highest
though i write in cholera ink to see how 'well' these reader's digest
look in the mirror like "heads like YUO are always in the middle of FUN"
but i turn my back on the moon like "what up son/sun?"
you call yourself blak
kurrent but you living in my past
i'm the future, i be jigga my nigga, you damon dash
you a has been before your time, like that crack nigga cash
like winnie kicking eeyore, i'm here to kick your a**
my shits like the recession, it's hard to ignore
like an eaten apple stuck in cement, so hard
coref*** i even diss you in french... 'f*** you... bonjour'
you'll never be two dope cause you're two immature
your lines are a drag, like your dad wearing a dress
i'm like a priest with a guilty conscience i'm here to confess
you just no contest so goodnight and god bless (cause)
12 lines kill yours 12 times, users saying, 'che just laid your soul to rest' *jigga voice* yes