Kakarot Freestyle
I woke up to the smell of money
I'm in search of the stench
The whole game been sleeping on me now I'm back for revenge
I've been waiting to dunk on niggas looking out from the bench
They've been pushing for me to jump em like I'm off of a ledge
I'm off on your head
When I freestyle
I'm all from the head
I'm awesome in bed but only if you give the awesomest head
I'm awful with lead when I TU TU
I'm off of the meds
My shit phew
Shit is silent like an autism kid
It's cause and effect
Ring, ring only talk about cheese
And y'all praying to see a nigga fall like data or fees
My shit blowing up like seeds
When you mix em with weed
Or going up like the mental state when you're smoking on trees
Man, I'm dirty when I'm lyrical so underrated
My shit bang harder than gold diggers in a Mercedes
Hungry for war of words
I'm the lyrical Cheney
Son, I'm sick in the head
Dr Phil couldn't save me
You just a fan like Sean Hannity
You can't be mad at me!
My show magic to Mzansi like date my family
If you battle me I'll make you e g analogy
You're gonna be the only hip-hop heads without anatomies
Y'all niggas be claiming your hard but awfully spooked
Like Emtee screaming gang shit
Fraudulent Boonks
I'm not impressed by your music when you're all in the booth
That's why I rock up to your shows in a hearse and a suit
I stopped complaining cause I realized I sounded like Flex
Now all I do is put in work and push that shit to the max
That's why I'm doing no more shows unless it comes with a text
No less than five figures all cash no checks
I see Iggy Iggy Iggy some of y'all might be Nicki
But you willy nilly silly thinking that you could beat me
You is a itty bitty bitch
Yeah You're feminine sisi
You're like
Cause I shisa are like chilli
Cause I'm hot, I drop top the hot spots
You're pop doc You're not hot! You drop stocks
When I Pop Lock, My hot drops, they're nonstop
My glock cock got tops dropped like drop tops
This is 44 nil
Your only focus is the pussy manje spani' uskhohliwe
That's why I'd never bring a side chick to the money mobile
Because ucabanga ngomthondo ipockoto lakhe lipopil
Bankingi abafun ungcisha just because bayang'saba
Coz ngik'khumbhuza upelepele
Ngiyashisa Ngiyababa
Beng'gudla since k'dala
Sek'mele thina s'shise macala
That's why ng'susa nina enphambili jenge skhumba senkanda
Like ba ba ba ba
A couple niggas say that they don't like the Diz
That's why they keep me out the gate like an analyst
You don't want to battle me
You don't want no challenges
You'll get your ass handed to you like arranged marriages
Yoh! Let me let you breathe
Got you under siege
And your chick ain't praying when she going on her knees
I'm just letting you know
I give them a go
I gave it a go now you're not ready to flow
You could have been dope you didn't know that I'm a formidable foe
But now that you know go tell your woes that you didn't checka the coast
You is a stupid nigga
How many times did i tell you I'm dope
You didn't listen i look at that
I'm tugging and the end of my rope
I'm fixing to fix it and move with that
Me and the music is 'bout to elope
Bout to moer these niggas
I'm in search of the stench
The whole game been sleeping on me now I'm back for revenge
I've been waiting to dunk on niggas looking out from the bench
They've been pushing for me to jump em like I'm off of a ledge
I'm off on your head
When I freestyle
I'm all from the head
I'm awesome in bed but only if you give the awesomest head
I'm awful with lead when I TU TU
I'm off of the meds
My shit phew
Shit is silent like an autism kid
It's cause and effect
Ring, ring only talk about cheese
And y'all praying to see a nigga fall like data or fees
My shit blowing up like seeds
When you mix em with weed
Or going up like the mental state when you're smoking on trees
Man, I'm dirty when I'm lyrical so underrated
My shit bang harder than gold diggers in a Mercedes
Hungry for war of words
I'm the lyrical Cheney
Son, I'm sick in the head
Dr Phil couldn't save me
You just a fan like Sean Hannity
You can't be mad at me!
My show magic to Mzansi like date my family
If you battle me I'll make you e g analogy
You're gonna be the only hip-hop heads without anatomies
Y'all niggas be claiming your hard but awfully spooked
Like Emtee screaming gang shit
Fraudulent Boonks
I'm not impressed by your music when you're all in the booth
That's why I rock up to your shows in a hearse and a suit
I stopped complaining cause I realized I sounded like Flex
Now all I do is put in work and push that shit to the max
That's why I'm doing no more shows unless it comes with a text
No less than five figures all cash no checks
I see Iggy Iggy Iggy some of y'all might be Nicki
But you willy nilly silly thinking that you could beat me
You is a itty bitty bitch
Yeah You're feminine sisi
You're like
Cause I shisa are like chilli
Cause I'm hot, I drop top the hot spots
You're pop doc You're not hot! You drop stocks
When I Pop Lock, My hot drops, they're nonstop
My glock cock got tops dropped like drop tops
This is 44 nil
Your only focus is the pussy manje spani' uskhohliwe
That's why I'd never bring a side chick to the money mobile
Because ucabanga ngomthondo ipockoto lakhe lipopil
Bankingi abafun ungcisha just because bayang'saba
Coz ngik'khumbhuza upelepele
Ngiyashisa Ngiyababa
Beng'gudla since k'dala
Sek'mele thina s'shise macala
That's why ng'susa nina enphambili jenge skhumba senkanda
Like ba ba ba ba
A couple niggas say that they don't like the Diz
That's why they keep me out the gate like an analyst
You don't want to battle me
You don't want no challenges
You'll get your ass handed to you like arranged marriages
Yoh! Let me let you breathe
Got you under siege
And your chick ain't praying when she going on her knees
I'm just letting you know
I give them a go
I gave it a go now you're not ready to flow
You could have been dope you didn't know that I'm a formidable foe
But now that you know go tell your woes that you didn't checka the coast
You is a stupid nigga
How many times did i tell you I'm dope
You didn't listen i look at that
I'm tugging and the end of my rope
I'm fixing to fix it and move with that
Me and the music is 'bout to elope
Bout to moer these niggas
Credits
Writer(s): Thabo Fassie
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