Witz Wizard
Only if my wits stop working I will cease writing
Solely in a pit where flop is growing, death is at least my hiding
Control these rebels with the answers that they all desired
But I might get assassinated before plans unwired
I got higher met the plug forgot that I'm the buyer
I always tell the truth to bitches but finess like liers
And if your aim got dents, you might need some pliers
I get more demands in life than freaking suppliers
I can't meet em all, right?
Cause I'm the heavenly god
I plot rotten tart ideas to the faint of heart
But if you look the other side, you will see what's not
Turn the nods up in this bitch, tongue is spitting hots
Like a meteorite these are comets and you heard it right
I'm a ras like rasta, from negus to niggas
Shit is bigger, I got swing like baseball players
A god to my prayers
A sword to the slayer
Which way would you go? If the path isn't there
My past is in fear because of now I just care
Will not kill the living but I'm deceiving like life, and loyal like death, and special like birth
Word to mother earth, how can I leave space for hatred?
When love is all I'm made of, and devil is penetrated
We was educated to be paid then pay back to the satan
Cause this shit is just a cycle, when you break it, you the rival
Kick it like MacGyver physically a survivor
If you ignorant I bring death to it... like anubis
I hate groupies but... tryna stay sane for the coochie
I don't rap like I'm shitting my name is not tunechi
Solely in a pit where flop is growing, death is at least my hiding
Control these rebels with the answers that they all desired
But I might get assassinated before plans unwired
I got higher met the plug forgot that I'm the buyer
I always tell the truth to bitches but finess like liers
And if your aim got dents, you might need some pliers
I get more demands in life than freaking suppliers
I can't meet em all, right?
Cause I'm the heavenly god
I plot rotten tart ideas to the faint of heart
But if you look the other side, you will see what's not
Turn the nods up in this bitch, tongue is spitting hots
Like a meteorite these are comets and you heard it right
I'm a ras like rasta, from negus to niggas
Shit is bigger, I got swing like baseball players
A god to my prayers
A sword to the slayer
Which way would you go? If the path isn't there
My past is in fear because of now I just care
Will not kill the living but I'm deceiving like life, and loyal like death, and special like birth
Word to mother earth, how can I leave space for hatred?
When love is all I'm made of, and devil is penetrated
We was educated to be paid then pay back to the satan
Cause this shit is just a cycle, when you break it, you the rival
Kick it like MacGyver physically a survivor
If you ignorant I bring death to it... like anubis
I hate groupies but... tryna stay sane for the coochie
I don't rap like I'm shitting my name is not tunechi
Credits
Writer(s): Bokangkatla Motlhake
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