aiight lets ball
illustrations of madiba frontpage, fist in the air
i punch before your words, take you for what your wordsworth
down under like perth, wack emcees i round 'em up like elementary math
punchlines? i'm bringing mayweather in july, feel that dry heat
i listened, then i spit, so i didn't have to digest your shit
the true mental lyricist, rhyming phycisist,
black like tar but still shining like a star, connect the underprivileged
so i hit soweto when eskom diconnects, providing blak Kurrent, cops sent out a warrent, wanted for black markets, like doom i'm taking out the toughest targets, raw and rugged, and "i don't do no normal rhymes jus to mix things up"
people see what they want to see. out of a ma** of detailed information, they tend to pick out those facts that confirm their prior perceptions and to disregard those facts that bring their perceptions into question" -someone
