cicada.

(Whoa shit)

Niggas tryna tame me, but the industry don't faze me
Niggas chasing clout, these the niggas that y'all praising
If I spoke out then niggas'll say I'm crazy
All these influencers outchea influencing shit
Sneezing on the media, flow sicker than influenza
Uzohhol' ibheji futhi ayikh' intozoyenza
Got the willpower, but the paper beats rock
Might be feeling jaded, but paper gon' heal me
Don't get too emotional, but I know y'all gon' feel me
Captivating with the verses, that is the real me
Remember when niggas couldn't rap, didn't rap?
Good times, good tunes
Good news, front page
New school
Schooling all these niggas, but I've never been in class
Pulling out a suit and tie, just level out the glass
Form is temporary, permanent would be the class
I know the beat fire, but my vocals add pizzazz
She might not admit it, I'm the best she ever had
They keep me underrated, but lemme tell you that I'm glad
The overrated niggas chase clout, and that's sad

I could be bodying niggas
I go harder than the niggas y'all be praising for bodying niggas
I'm coming for the table
It's time I switch on all you niggas, I'm the head of the table
Bow down to me niggas
I don't make sure that you eat, I make sure that you feast
Regurgitating wealth from the belly of the beast
I could choose violence, but I'm protecting my peace
You can't imagine going toe to toe with a beast
You'll disappear like Ghost Hlubi, and his five seconds of fame
Remember when niggas who couldn't rap never rapped?
I kinda miss that era, 'cause everything now is crap
I'm a snake under oath 'cause I only spit facts
But I'm stuck in South Africa where the rappers spit cap
There's no sense of reality 'cause they cap in their trap
Better warn all your children 'cause they falling in traps



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