This reminds of some ish I wrote back in the day:
I’m sick of hypocrites, maniacs, claiming we are copycats
Accusing the culture (Khaltsha as well) while the whole S.A. is a mess
If they could listen, sit down and digest,
This verse I’m gonna converse while I tie my converse
Cos they so stressed, our brothers claiming we fake rappers
Even our sisters can’t comprehend why we drop verses
Why we take stances, take this hip hop to a level where it advances
Cos since we were kids, we been crying and searching for love
On every street we creeping and ducking them guns
Hope we get by, reminiscing cos papa just died
But still they ask why we rapping about hoods and thugs
Hoes and guns, I’m repping even boys with knives
But hold that thot , I’m humble like a catholic nun
This ain’t no Game, I’m writing like Biko what I like
Motherf***er if you don’t like this ish just gun it up
But D, you guilty of accusing niggers for American accents as well. Lesson from this-----let niggers be what they be and live what you be