1st of all i don't have an obsession with duke.if you think otherwise you must be dumber than i thought.tate,comment on the track i posted.oh you are so fueling a beast.thank you.see you on top.real recognise real,anything dude's done i'm going to top 3 times over.promise,m a man of my words.like i said when i started this post, a handful of zim cats bear remorse and would love me to address this.this aint personal.oh yeah,this aint been going on for ten years.unlike most of you glans riders on this forum i stand for myself and m no one's follower.the only cat i was a fan of died in 2003.the other was gunned down in cape town.yeah say all you want on this portal but you can't control the ma**es.i've seen you hating on cash while he's on his grind.that's all you do cuz that's all you're good at.let's go track for track and see who survives the onslaught.tate,keep zim hip hop out of your mouth from now on cuz don't know what you're talking about.backing up a coward.i've got the dream team on lock.guess who everybody in zimbabwe's riding with on this?i'm change money.i'm the new,get used to it.here are the lyrics to the track on myspace.talk all you want.you're so on the wrong side of this argument.make way for zimbabwe,i'll be the sacrificial lamb.we zimbabwean,didn't mugabe teach you that we don't take crap from anyone?
m from the dusty townships taking a trusty round trip
with bound lips that murmur the clasp of long-termers
storing coolers shimmer echoing the sentiments
of emptiness dominant in under-spaced tenements
displaced residents being evicted by the government
erected monuments epidemics in the confluence
of social experiments the pitch of one's influence
depends on treasures spewing out as friendly gestures
corruption festers as we burn beneath asbestos
communal ethos unveils counter manifestos
it's all political just a fight to the top
bribing the cops surviving the chops of job cuts
old sluts whose lower guts open and shut
snobbish struts nifty in them polished smarts
NGOs hating SV's flow cuz it's factual
actual events in every page of my manual
zimbabwe welcome to the land of the truth
disbanding the troops drone planes planning to swoop
nigerian dupes beneath Presbyterian roofs
barrister suits state keeps doctoring proof
american roots branch out sponsoring coups
bulleting news essentially programming our views
we suffer abuse eschewed from these uppity mews
poverty's kids estranged from property deeds
we party at least volumes like library reads
the lofty ideals that our forefathers policed
ironing beefs yet i still watch from a crease
of cardigan fleece whose past is an echoing bleat
around a noose that was loosed from its century lease
we were condemned as damned like our energy needs
amputees in a system that was brought to its knees
no guarantees kids rise with tertiary fees
abductees on the fringe of our memories leas
alluvium beneath my promontory's peak
the struggle's uphill we still flow to a creek
blowing a kiss to policies outgrowing the weak
symptomatic forums keep mowing down weeds
deep-rooted in sheep footed head clergies
whose truth's muted when valor treads lightly
behind this gla** mask displaying a dying spirit
farms of death conspire in tying districts
it's hell out here and every cat is dying in it,crying in it,frying in it, i keep trying in it
