Thai-Chi
Verse 1:
Me being whack is like a deaf man hearing a blind n***a say I like the view No matter how much you wish.. It ain't possible
I'm getting fat p**y - overgrown cat
k** you with 14 punchlines, yeah you 2 weak
We flowing at her crib.. Now I'm home sick
Like putting your hands in the toilet you feeling my sh**
I'm a rapping doctor; I'm healthily sick
k**ed a n***a with my rhymes, he was punched to d**h
Put my a** in the freezer; now my sh** is the coolest
I got my dog K9 we give you rabies
n***as claim they the sh** well I ain't smelling y'all
I put it the hole.. yea I like them puns
Video games under my feet I'm on top of my game
n***as anxiously waiting for my mixtape; they like a b**h in labour huh!
I'm a lyrical genius - make einstein jealous!
I'm out!
Malee
Verse 2:
On the streets you playing
On the mic I'm sayin
I'm bound to keep it real
No a** can't seal no deal
No man can afford my bills
All booty, curves and thick..
Slick n***a's with empty pockets
I gotta sum bad b**hes
Tryin to degrade me
b**hes I'm off the hook
Haters so calm n shook
Welcome to Malee's World
Where kings n pearls don't exist
Slick n***a's with empty pockets
I'll keep you nikka's stressed
Like a teen taking pregnancy tests
b**hes been chopped n screwed
Waiting for MTV's camera crew
Saluting all these rappers
Amen to hiphop..
K9
Verse 3:
n***as want a plan “C” coz they say K9 “B” with us
Nicko dating Akhona, Ima call that n***a Nicholas
You defeat me? n***a I'm laughin like Mawande
Man you rap is so boring, it's like you recorded on a monday
sh**, my flow is sick, bring that rap medicine
If Rap is Bafana Bafana, call me Gordan Igesund
Like Kaizer Chiefs beatin Pirates, I break yo f**en skeleton
Albert Einstein flow! 'coz my flow intelligent
McNasti'
Verse 4:
Yeah! I be delivering punchlines like I'm Santa
Too ill, I'm too dope, I got that motherf**en brain cancer
I'm too ill, my styles do k**
Keep it calm and listen
My swag is too sick, I kicked behind and I lift off
My kit is faster than a pin ball
What's big? What fith?
Cookin up them punchlines, I found the motherf**en recipe
Sipping on that brandy, and chillin on that Bentley
This is motherf**en entertainment
Yeah, hala back
Now rap amended
Standing on my ti pi-toes
These “wana-bees” wana f**en hoes
These “wana-bees” wana be like Holy King
Let them highly dope
These n***as rap and disrespect me, I got my globe and my psychic coat
Yeah
I'm too dope! All these rappers gotta know it
This is f**en Theory, yeah Darwin said it
Now thank you, amen!