Toka kona ya Bongo
Mpaka kona ya Obama
Bongo Ink ina baraka za Mama
Ina baraka za Father –na kujitoa
Kwa baraka hakunizui kugo Father
Kipaji na utundu ndo umenifanya
Na did deep and do Harder
Ikibidi rap inanipa Fedha.
So Fuck tup wanao2beza
Huu ndo muda wa kukaza
Muda wa ku get Fedha
Huu so muda wa kungoja
Snitch nama Heaters-ma men Fahmy
Bongo ink-ni Big chata-la cheda
Poteza phat-fahm –Sean john
Mpaka Prada-nini Gucci
Bongo ink inawaacha uchi akina DD na wa bish
Ingawa wanakataa-lakini street
Inadata-na Bongo ink
Inaendesha Show super kama za Oprah
Mpaka craphit-zinaogopa.
Bongo yote imebaki na gumzo
Bongo ink ni tunzo za mauzo
Pande zote nne ata ukibana
Hii milazo ya umeme-usipime
Hii ni zamu ya kidume –wa
Bongo angurume-arakati
Kama jembe acha nilime-
Na hizi amba kati za chembe
Lazima uzime
Mpaka kona ya Obama
Bongo Ink ina baraka za Mama
Ina baraka za Father –na kujitoa
Kwa baraka hakunizui kugo Father
Kipaji na utundu ndo umenifanya
Na did deep and do Harder
Ikibidi rap inanipa Fedha.
So Fuck tup wanao2beza
Huu ndo muda wa kukaza
Muda wa ku get Fedha
Huu so muda wa kungoja
Snitch nama Heaters-ma men Fahmy
Bongo ink-ni Big chata-la cheda
Poteza phat-fahm –Sean john
Mpaka Prada-nini Gucci
Bongo ink inawaacha uchi akina DD na wa bish
Ingawa wanakataa-lakini street
Inadata-na Bongo ink
Inaendesha Show super kama za Oprah
Mpaka craphit-zinaogopa.
Bongo yote imebaki na gumzo
Bongo ink ni tunzo za mauzo
Pande zote nne ata ukibana
Hii milazo ya umeme-usipime
Hii ni zamu ya kidume –wa
Bongo angurume-arakati
Kama jembe acha nilime-
Na hizi amba kati za chembe
Lazima uzime
I get kited till the haze gone
ReplyDeleteThat's why my lungs look like they could be related to Grace Jones
You better check what the beat is sayin, I'm like a stove on it
Look I ain't one of them rap dudes who act rude
And yack about how much back in the day they gat blew
Nah homie, I don't spit it, I live it
Shit matter fact I do both witout even movin my pivot
I swear I wish I had a camcorder
So you could see how I go in booths and come out with charges of manslaughter
I'm a four bar killa, killa reflection in all ya'll mirrors
First Slay gave me breakfast now all ya'll dinner
Cause my shots wasn't for ya'll niggas
But it's enough room in the cemetery for all ya'll niggas
When them shells pop out them twelves, pellets whiz and they twist niggas
He filled mine with blanks, said wassup till we switched blinkers
Thinkin I'm dumb, but he don't know my 9 got a twin sister
Rappers fighting over the Summer but the Summer's just a season
I stand for a cause and go to war for a reason Wise maneuvers cuz I grew up on the block with shooters
I don't bow down to no man im not a Buddhist
You looking for an opportunity to stop the truest
I wont give you an opportunity you opportunist
Pardon my language, if you a real bitch
Than we could do it like Jada and Will Smith
The say don't carry guns, 'cause guns real lethal
But guns don't kill people, people kill people
The stronger I become the more ya'll weaken
So when I'm at full power you're gonna be a weakling
If my heart still beating
And my lungs still breathing
My brain still thinking
Aint none of ya'll eating
Over my dead body and my blood still bleeding
I'm a rap rebel
Clap with black metal
I'm a felon with range, excellent aim and intelligent slang
I'll run through the track like a tremblin train