Madiba Dance (interlude)
Yeah
Ah
You ain't really hot until you poppin' out in Joburg
PTA, Durban, ooh, and even Cape Town
I really hate them snitches but I fell in love with tellers now
It's a lot of hunnids fallin' down
How we make this money?
Nah, it's how you do Madiba dance
I doubled down on passion, rappin' wasn't even in my plans
But now it's makin' bands
What don't you understand?
I grew up really broke, now I'm bout to make amends
When we in the jungle, slither come in and I kiss em
No homo, it's just fast venomous lyricism
Last of a dying breed, new age Beatle syndrome
Seen your granny vibin' to my rhythm
Not just in summer, man, I seen her every season
If you call yourself a dog well this is not the lawn you piss on
O-1-2 precisely, O-H-B, nigga, piss off
If you caught up in the ghetto
Lights keep fuckin' up the schedule, there's something to be reassured
Is my need of power immature, huh?
I spit it, feel it in your core, the wisdom you cannot ignore
The pressure got him feelin' like when Arthur
Grabbed the sword
Uh yeah, this power from the Lord
How we make this money?
Nah, it's how you do Madiba dance
I doubled down on passion, rappin' wasn't even in my plans
But now it's makin' bands, what don't you understand?
I grew up really broke, now I'm bout to make amends
Yeah yeah ha
How we make this money?
Nah, it's how you do Madiba dance
Ah ah yeah
How we make this money?
Nah, it's how you do Madiba dance
How we make this money?
Nah, it's how you do Madiba dance
How we make this money?
Nah, it's how
Ah
You ain't really hot until you poppin' out in Joburg
PTA, Durban, ooh, and even Cape Town
I really hate them snitches but I fell in love with tellers now
It's a lot of hunnids fallin' down
How we make this money?
Nah, it's how you do Madiba dance
I doubled down on passion, rappin' wasn't even in my plans
But now it's makin' bands
What don't you understand?
I grew up really broke, now I'm bout to make amends
When we in the jungle, slither come in and I kiss em
No homo, it's just fast venomous lyricism
Last of a dying breed, new age Beatle syndrome
Seen your granny vibin' to my rhythm
Not just in summer, man, I seen her every season
If you call yourself a dog well this is not the lawn you piss on
O-1-2 precisely, O-H-B, nigga, piss off
If you caught up in the ghetto
Lights keep fuckin' up the schedule, there's something to be reassured
Is my need of power immature, huh?
I spit it, feel it in your core, the wisdom you cannot ignore
The pressure got him feelin' like when Arthur
Grabbed the sword
Uh yeah, this power from the Lord
How we make this money?
Nah, it's how you do Madiba dance
I doubled down on passion, rappin' wasn't even in my plans
But now it's makin' bands, what don't you understand?
I grew up really broke, now I'm bout to make amends
Yeah yeah ha
How we make this money?
Nah, it's how you do Madiba dance
Ah ah yeah
How we make this money?
Nah, it's how you do Madiba dance
How we make this money?
Nah, it's how you do Madiba dance
How we make this money?
Nah, it's how
Credits
Writer(s): Nkosinathi Clive Ndlovu
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