[Verse: Masonn X] I don't give a f** who is on the throne with their feet up having honour shown So you can keep Your Honour, thrown Because I pen like an a**a**in aiming at a Martin Luther standing on the balcony So when I write rhymes I'll k** a King The both of us have a dream You pose for the magazine covers, chosen for fashion, seen with these heaux, you're a fashion queen My approach is No Vaseline, so having my name on a bullet is the only way I wanna be in a magazine I'm a penile, little senile, fickle, thee child still in denial about the loss of a loved one
But, you see I'll still kidnap a blade runner behind bars just so I can put Oscar on a cricket pitch and tell Morné Morkel, "aim for the stumps" I'll sniff a line, take sips of lime This spliff 'til I'm so lifted I'm convinced that I'm in a time where Reason gets listed diamond Rappers can all get fisted rhyming with two syllables Listen, I'm indifferent I'm insistent, priming, twisted, diamond in the rough