Uh,
don't ever get the name confused
Been sizing up the view and now they tryna fit the shoes
Hope you die undecided if you're dumb enough to choose
Got nothing left to prove cause I ate the pudding,
tried to hate it
No you couldn't,
too good to be overused overseas And I'm born to take over legions
Lead you ahead of years,
said I'm over like 50 seasons
Giving your life a meaning,
I'm hoping this is demeaning
Cause surely I am the meaning of clarity and the reason
Uh,
these are my raps of realities It's honesty and tiring
I feel it running through your veins and charging up your arteries
Let's not waste time, it's the Empress era
God-driven drafts,
a burning skill,
ain't no error
Cause I've rapped God,
I've perished lies in prison as you rapped for bars
The ego,
pampu,
kopa,
where's the truth in your ancient gods?
Nailing beads,
prose,
juices,
poems of Christ like
This crucifixion,
induction,
and check this out,
the Everlust
Well,
this now you come and gone,
you must think that I'm unstoppable,
unbelievable
But I'm sick and I'm incredible
But no *** and no other social life,
it's time to work,
son
If you can dig my name,
I'm busy with the game,
son
Yeah, you mean for nothing, pain killer 17
Worst I look for,
pointing so bad,
crack till I was 17
Drop it on your face,
get it shed,
now my son Zero moon,
no day,
take one,
that female jab was 10-6
I've been talking,
ain't repeat,
no acceptance of defeat No surrender,
no retreat,
I'm a female taladiyan,
yabba minya on this beat
And I wonder why they call them cats,
just a bunch of pussies wearing baggy clothes and chasing rats
Sorry,
I'm not keeping past,
allergic to the fur,
and I'm not about to visit vats
All my ladies, where you at?
This is Durban,
now we rockin',
no opinion,
it's a fact
Louboutin is on the mic and now they talking,
listen up
It's mixing,
mastering,
the attitude,
I punctuate,
it's clueless,
lamate Reciprocating,
mediocrity,
my mind meditates Spits are breathtaking,
so ill,
it's making all cats asthmatic Citizen in bad order,
in fact,
now I'll punctuate
Fig MCs,
be off it,
all these MCs are fragile In Baba you fight for recognition,
we fight for no right for more hardcore
Hate to fulfill our vision,
mission,
superstitions,
ambitious,
careless Almost forgot to tell the name,
we scared of no riches
Mic check,
one two,
one two,
what's lady killa boo?
She's like a self engine,
oh yeah mazi,
utso pegapra
Yes she kills stood with a little She got skills,
she got find
She came up vegetarian,
wasn't there before yet And now,
papa must not wanna look,
we know it's good for none
I'm