[Verse 1: Themba Ntaka]
A tame dog has two sets of teeth equally as dangerous
Pay me in attention misters and mistresses
Jacking was a leitmotif
So I learned to stop keeping my tricks up the sleeve but in three cups
Jubilant chairs congregate and mimic a cypher
Infinite insight
He's a nice rapper meaning he won't bite
Sit with me under a solemn sky
On the drinks we went 50/50
With a smell lily of the valley;
And a litany to expose folly
Golly good gosh the god I serve is good
Even in the hood
I don't have bars
I don't have xanies;
I've got the savoir faire if that matters any
They listen avidly
But don't catch many
It's like the only stretch when they're being catchpenny
Consider the carbon footprint of a handed down shoe
When all your buys are impromptu