who's really nice in S.A's subtarranean base/ if u self proclaimed, imma bring it to ur face/ coz we want street credit, but that i've already gained/ wrote a rhyme back in time strapped in chains/ i got a few brain cells im willing to donate/ to heads like Msyfo polluting the game/ Prokid had to go swaito to get fame/ he's not wack, i just make him appear two alphanumerics negative, when he's rated out of ten/ now who's a lyrical champ/ spit a free and make monks feel tense/ rock on acapella and a pope started to dance/ Skwatta got more kwaito fans than Mdu has/ keepin it true dont mean rock a doorag/ rappers like Amu so da trueth at a glance/ coz they're better behind the beats than on a mic stance/ recycling old shit just to get that cheque/ im bringin it nasty to their chest like a girl with cilia on her breast/ putting lame f***s to rest, by vanqueshing their souls and let their worthless corpse get eaten by mergats/ ya'll are faker than Michael Jackson's pigments/ for instance My man is a mail version of what Brenda Fa**ie did/ im not hating but clearifying what hiphop is/ i guess we are trying to be Americans, thanx to Pitch Black/ homie that shit is wack/ ya'll probably fall asleep in between two fags/ keep biting till ur teeth hangz, i think ya'll should hire some fangz/ looking like u wearing ur little brother's pants and shirts/ Pink designs are a a giant leap out of the closet/ this is what Da native a**asin had to express/ ya'll aint raw, ya'll are hard but pussy like lesbians/