Intro:
Hala at me too!
This n***a ain't hala'ring at me..
EMM
Verse 1:
Ladies and gentlemen
Rookies and veterans
K9, Nicko and Emm
We k**ing all of dem
Done with the target practice, and now we making hits
Get your toilet paper, we droppin real ish
My home is the zoo - animal instincts
Fresh from the underground, you'd swear I was buried alive
They said I couldn't cut it, so I brought a knife
I'm a f**in outlaw, I'm always dressed to k**
I hold cyphers in I.C.U. yeah, I'm really ill
I never liked fairytale because I keep it real
Uhamba inyanga, beat a King Of Pop
You trying to beat Michael Jackson with yo moon walk
I polished my speech with wax now I got smooth talk
We beating up drums, we making street bangers
Shock Therapy, flows come with signs of danger
I don't like house music, I'm down with Squatter Camp
But I can hang with them, I be burning shacks
Screw yo Metro train, I just stay on track
Nicko
Verse 2:
Pa** the mic n***a
Yeah, nazi ingozi
It's Nicko baby
Before I go any further
I juss wana send a shout out to the n***as that I've always sh**ted em
Like they're my toilets
n***as dissing me is like a Sim saying nothing
So.. Silence
Life is a wound, depends what you gave birth to
And you got a miscarriage
I'm going hard like a rural village
I juss said the same thing twice
And I bet you didn't hear it
You stupid, you dumb!
n***as making noise like imoto efayo
You just lame, n***as are sick I'm healthy as f**
Boy ngi za khataza
I don't know whatchu holdin against me coz you so out of stock
My rhymes are like an Afrikaaner n***a holding a sjambok
Shock Therapy, call it SWAT team
I'm not calm like the water in the lake
You can't hold me a traffic yasebree
Yeah ingozi!
K9
Verse 3:
(Nicko): Is it god?
Oh no son, it's K9
sh** I'm so dope son, I steal my own rap lines
k** a verse like Oscar, if this beat is valentine
Gimme boxing gloves if you straight - punchline
Busy f**in 6 hoes like I'm with 2 santas (Ho Ho Ho)
n***a test me, I swear d**h will be the answers
I break virginities like a kid breaking pencils
Start an an*s company, work yo f**en a** off
Don't hate, coz I front on n***as when I back off
I don't give a sh** but my pockets full of a**holes
A frog wrote an essay, it jumped into conclusions
My flow is so sick, doctors come up with excuses
My swag is just dumb but you can never fool me
I sleep on twitter n***a, I follow my dreams
Im always wearing jeans coz rap is in my genes
Calender wid no eyes, call that a blind date
Flow is fresh, wrote my lines with f**en colgate
I got more bars than a motherf**en bar graph
I'm hard to get like an afrikaans paragraph
Guess where I found my ex?? In my maths book
K9 you always number 1, well you two
This track if full of punches, like a Mike fight
You track ain't got punches, like a gay fight
Nicko pa** the mic to me, like he studied last night