[Intro]
Mic check, ya yakwala
Sho....Genesis, BGF. Bothashoek!
*Blurbs*
Sorry, mic check!
*Clears Throat*
Do smell broke. Fresh!!! *Clears throat*
[1st Verse]
Fresh outta nothing, yeah I do smell broke.
But I'ma use the same word to make these
rappers lose hope
And give a happy disappearance like I made
them elope
You said u on your grind? Flip, I'm on my
"F-
Word" mode!
Bothashoek village, I'm "Still
Here" rooted
Burgersfort town, we run the streets bare
footed.
And Prism is my twin, we shooting up like
mad
rockets
And just so you know, we here to stay like
back
pockets.
The devil is a liar and I'm a false dictionary
(get
it?)
Don't fuck around but deliver the best like
virgin
Marry
And Ngamawaza got airplayed on Yfm and
Metro.
Shit is crazy, guess the crap we be cooking
is
legendary!
Damn we nice I'm feeling myself now!
Done with killing rappers so I'm killing my
fans
now!
I'm killing everything I'm even killing
joints.
I'm obsessed with killing I write my lyrics
in
bullet points!!!
I told'em not to mess with me when I'm
building
my legacy
But still they wouldn't take a seat and now
the
crap is going acidic
I'm going lunatic, no medicine is stopping
me.
Born a sin, so my verbal murder is out to
make
your God not to say thing.
I've been around and I've never made
enemies -
Either you my size or I kill you
permanently.
Definitely the best to blast a test of
syllables,
The next* will be hearsed on my nest of
rhymes!
On my chest I'm spitting endlessly.
Genesis! Still the baddest thing.
Whatchu on about? we out menacing,
Prism and me murdering
everyrthing..........
[Bridge]
(Talks to Sputla)
Ahhhh ke chokile
Ok , its ok, its ok , its ok , its ok
Skae stopa skae stopa!
Ke ska freestyla pele ke tswela pele, ke
tloba ka
choka
[2nd Verse]
And who would have thought I'd go to Yfm
killing
the full-clip!
And homies back at home hating on me
waiting
for the day I slip up.
They been praying for my flop so I get
kicked
out,
And when they did (kick me out)
They couldn't wait to tell the world, and
laugh
about it
Motherfuckers on Facebook and Twitter
mentioning* my name.
Hate* is a bitch ntwana never doubt it.
But Scoop gave me a call and then I went,
fucked them up, now they need a blood test.
I've been around, learning has paid me.
Your fuckin' 'veterans' are too proud to
rate me.
But then I kill'em all - ofcos they will
hate me
But I keep on moving, I do not let them
intimidate me.
U see when coming to rap, I got it under
control
Punchlines, sick flows and all them beats -
I
kill'em all
And yall niggers are tryna be part of it
but fall.
You don't belong in this family, you just a
brother
in law!
I take time when I write my script
I take with the keys when I make a beat
I take time with my music till I make a hit
And then I take time to eat for the perfect
shit
Yeah!
And may the Lord bless Genesis,
And keep us far from these discouraging
enemies.
And if you ever tell me music is a waste of
time,
I'ma slap you in the face 2 times for
emphasis
Bothashoek Manners was the 1st bake,
But the shit is spreading fast like a
motherfuken
sex tape
It is okay if they boast about girls and
cheddar
But when coming to the mic, none of these
niggers is better
And fuck a punchline, I'm done with those.
I spit syllables and flows you cannot
oppose.
I shut their minds cos they not even close
to
beating me.
I 'kill' performances, no wonder why I'm
never
getting shows
I got love for my niggers in Bothashoek
STN is the reason I'm having cocky looks!
Shout
Outs to the A.League, a straight clique, we
stay
big and we kick. Yeah we stay good
Tibo-touch told them I be worth millions!
Check the score-sheet, I stay top never
reading
loss.
Now step up your swag, its the only thing
you'd
beat me on
cos with the flows I keep on changing like
chameleons.
And gratitudes to everyone following our
music
34 downloads, we still appreciate it
Big or not we promise to stay real,
spitting rhymes to make you hit your head
against the wall until you bleed. Yeah!!!
"Shit is crazy guess the crap we be
cooking is
legendary"
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