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Lyrics
African Boy, Musically, when it come to
Putting in work, I’m the cat to employ
You want a track attacked? these the raps you deploy
All instrumental infront of me I have to destroy,
Heh, Ruu, my spit’s
Digital, the G code, Two, five six
Initiate Beast Mode, Rrah!, I transform
Hidden in this man’s form is the fury of a sand storm
KLA Born I’m from the city of Dust
Meaning it’s only natural I kicking it up,
I raise the bar, anything I put down
Got em instantly building muscle thinking of picking it up
Where what the Dee Jays spin in the clubs keep em
Night dancing, sleep walking, hands in the air
Like throwing slight tantrums, in a trance, unaware
Their spirit’s bound under the spell of the banged drum
Night’s popping like a handgun
Body Moving unaware that their soul stands numb
Glass full of that Rum
Feet lost to the rhythm, barely hear the lyricism
Slip around your spirit like a Boa Constrictor
Unaware that the Melody just tricked ya
Unaware of the Salvation in scripture
Dear Lord, open their eyes to the bigger picture
I know you’re feeling really cornered
But Freedom’s right around the (corner)
Ha, Respect to Mafikizolo, Ru
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African Flow, So Pan African
Straight out the Pot, cook the flow, The Pan’s African
Firewood Hot on The Stove, The Flames, fan(ning) them
Soon as they set foot in the kitchen, they can’t handle it
We do not panick and Raise the tempo
Got an African Complex, plain and simple
Just when they thought me down for the count, from the white ash
I emerged like a Phoenix and came right back
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Transafrocrat, Africanesque
Studied in the school of Hard Knocks straight out that African text
Like Math instruments, tried quitting that set
But the beat keeps calling me back in effect,
Turn heads like I’m grabbing their necks or I’m snapping them,
Live from The Front Desk, we’re what’s happening
Breaking News, necks, snapping the
Translation, can’t hang if you’re not passionate
Lines so mean yet I’m so above average
No comedian, I’m not having it
Lines so serious, point blank, period
Christ co signed, even Hell gotta deal with it,
Never Bite although rapping is my meal ticket
Thank God that I’m saved, even when I feel wicked,
Derailed like I’m going off track,
To the point I hear the Lord’s voice call your boy back like..
Call me back like…
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- Genre
- Gospel Hip Hop