[Verse 1: Themba Ntaka]
Take back that puerile slack
Here's that math cla** wack
Forefather's paternalistic hatch ain't fit for my spice rack
Coke bottles move like effluvia
I'm standoffish
With a headspin expression
For instance, take off that pretentious cloak
We're just offal, robbing the opals for dope that wants to be a part of the blood oath
Yet the country's history's hidden in smoke
What's up with it
A rapper of his favorite hackneyed word has alleged that I upset the equilibrium
But if you realize, a reaction won't bring the story back to this bacterium
Pull my gambit out the sky and brandish
So many double entendres we formed a double standard
Drowning in brown study to pull me from the formulaic life that I live
And the way it was written
Even an aperçu can seem apotropaic