i was sworn to a lifetime vow of silence
but still break it down without a license
verbal alchemy musical science
we usin appliances in ways they never thought
if you've ever fought for your birthright
or burned mics...you'll get an idea where we coming from
MOERSKONT!! shit's even flyer seeing it written
ok let's see...
"roll dice and throw twice to lower likelihood of life biting you
or hold on to the mic like your soul resides inside a tune
in a world where gospel rules
pop music would stop producing prostitutes
and look to hiphop for clues we house the destitute
and folk from country distant routes
don't rock a different truth
i talk you listen to lesson together we lessen the myth to disprove
falsified knowledge founded in glorified college
collage alongside a mountain colonised minds drowning
floated on scholar ships got forced into corporate orifice
locked in caught up in horrible politics
not progressive or positive
foes caughing bossy slogans all day in hallway boardgames
solace i found in wordplay early verbally
takin a leak breakin da seal makin em speak state their beliefs
in packed rooms chatting in vacuum
from attitude to rash moves to bad moods still a relaxed dude
cos rap soothes like dad's booze
so whether my mans do or don't pa** the zol
KON transcend smog and rise higher than absent god
all action and no talk we all bastards with no pops
in a hazardous theme park like jack and the beanstalk
my axe is this hiphop swing chop up the cheap talk
this is african society if you a man you don't cry or be weak
but that's exactly the irony life isn't nice as it seems
and eyes ain't as dry underneath the facade
lying smiles camouflage the scars and hardship
trying times and multiplied mirages of living larger than what it is..."
it never gets better than when the pen gets the better of us
excellent enema weapon to let it all out
