naaaah zebo this is too much now cat... publishing your whole anthology online
i fought harder than penis wars
killing dead the illest head senseless like paracetamol
never seen before yet for the several hearing the vision
pupils break like eet sum mor
and feel the flava like beats catered when i speak my thoughts
go to school and stay knot taut like it got late on a noose
for the same old fool - dark pigment in the wrong system
but the plot thickens like bob's thinking
no longer cotton picking negroes we own the business
but still feeling similar to finished off cigarette, KONflickedit!
at war like christians till God's children are shown different
not willing to change? we pov stricken and not even ashamed
cos BEE be just another name for the same power games
not very far away from barker heyns just darker shades
economies of scale keep forcing those like me to bail
there's elements of tripping in street mcs but me no see columbus
contending this content seeking to reach beyond it
KONdom FABrik swam seas and conquered
continental concepts conjured like kontra kente
the greatest outlaw of all is your inlaw, namely uncle sam
robbing hood to give to the rich, came onto my mother landed
and rendered figures and values rearranged like anagram
then relegated us to shabby ranks so we hate the man
and would love a rand for goods the root of all evil as number one
buys with your f***ing money - forget the mother function
of a tummy emptily envying somebody else's bloody sarmie
bread with jam - but the rabid fangs of sarcasm are generally far from the
average man's threshold of understanding...