Verse 1:
See, I was born to rap to rip mics and deliver thunder
To educate and elevate all my black brothers
To shoot rhymes like steel
Cut the bullshit I brought back the real clique
Beesting, consciously I'll never seize
With or without a label I'll be still rapping
Still stepping with passion keepin’ direction
Don't give a fuck even though I don't have a mansion
Got thug mansion with a bed like titanic
Bitches bubble bathing with panties on the ceramic
JC Le Rouw still popping gapping the roof
I though I was too poor but fuck I have a roof
That Piece of cake on that stake of Berea route
I guess I've done a lot of mistakes and I need no proof
Hook up a solution in my mind I got to live
So I had to find a reason and start to believe
Second Verse:
The Only hope I’ve ever head in life was based on lies
Cos education doesn’t revives, it centers minds
So look at your kind, scrutinize, we westernized
Or you a puppet in your suite and tie, thinkin’ you fine
But you still slaving to get paid and get laid
Get a wife, get a house, and it’s done
A team of kids and fees and grow old
Back pain and diabetes and die slow
Cos you know Joe, this shit is no joke for sure thou
Money is the shit that we’ll always die for
Fight for, like heists we’ve been taking in metaphors
Like Chauke the con, we hit them like 24s
