[Verse 1: NoQlue The Prophet]
Lately I've been so depressed some nights I spend cryin'
Thinkin' of quitting this rap coz I'm running out of time
Barely been sleeping I sacrifice to work on these lines
Fans barely believing that I can set it alight
Twelve o'clock in the morning I'm up, I'm brainstorming
The crib is getting cold, outside the rain pouring
Dreams turn to nightmares coz rapping was not calling
I ain't getting props, I wonder where this is going
Compromising the realness of the art to appeal to the small-minded
To me, that's not a norm I write for the broad-minded
The realest of them all, no-one said they gon' like me
In the streets of Cape Town there's been nothing more like me
Lord I pray that I live through all the pain
Protect me from the evil, fake friends and wanna-bes
Trash-talkers, backstabbers and all that kind of sh**
They're scared I run the Cape, they don't wanna halla me
I'm not Spaza enough for the fans to follow me
But why would I wanna be when n***as is kinda weak
They might think this is a jab but talking is kinda cheap
I wouldn't sacrifice my art for bullying on other kids
[Hook: NoQlue The Prophet] x2
When your back's against the wall
Don't stop, just keep firing
Even if they don't believe in your struggle just keep writing
Rap is real art
Hip hop is a smaller picture
Rap is real art
Hip hop is a smaller picture
[Verse 2:NoQlue The Prophet]
I need food on the table
I'm tired of rapping for nothing
On a quest to make a transition from nothing to something
Ke tloka pina that will f** the game
Just to show these n***as I'm on em
Batl' gidla ba tsoge ke sa le teng still about it
I'mma take this Cape Game n***as claiming they running
n***as busy claiming the throne they'll never see me coming
Feeling the pressure to blow
Queenstown is hungry
I would k** for success and it ain't even funny
Even if it means pulling a Kendrick on all my n***as
I'mm break the bars just to upstage you n***as
Rap is real art hip-hop is a smaller picture
This goes for Ill Fam, Zulu Beats, Signature
Insane, PeeJay, NATVE, JayLa and Nova
Riiso von Zeet. Teehow, Millz and NoaH
Phresh Clique, Royal King, Keegan the rest of ya'll
Headwarmaz just head warmers ya'll n***as will never blow up
[Hook] x2
[Verse 3: NoQlue The Prophet]
I had to pull a Suge Knight for n**s
To show em we ain't the same
I write for the deeper minds
The dummys chasing the fame
n***as compromise the truth out of making a name
Telling lies to the fans about them changing the game
Then they start bragging on raps about the money they made
I don't care about your fans or what you make in a day
Whether you f**ing them groupies or you're making it rain
If you refrain from the truth
Then to you rap is a phase
I mean, uk'drop' i-punch doesn't really mean you can rap
Surely we can all rhyme, flow, stunt and brag
Sibhal' iy'tory nge kasi and how we part of a gang
But that's a lie
Coz rap is way deeper than that
Rap is rhythm and poetry
Speaking in tunes
Rhyme schemes that barely make sense to most of the youth
Coz they only relate to lames who just rap to amuse
They might retaliate some time when you feed em the truth
[Hook] x2