[Intro: Muzee The Mbuzi]

[Verse 1: Touchline]
Street magician, Mathematician
Back in the kitchen, cooking up a storm
All hail He who reigns supreme, make sure your umbrella's not glitching
Is there a rehab for a 'Slaughter every rapper' addiction?
I got the rap game in a missionary position, this is round 2
We don't hear them hating from outside, the love is sound proof
Heard them say they shook the earth but I was too fly to feel the ground move
Look what we did without you
Got more finesse than R 2 or L 2, I don't know what your settings are
Zonke ley'ntwana thinking they living in America
Ngibabulala with еvery bar, pasop jy
Ain't nobody take out their surfboards to gеt on your wave, no way
Go away, the flow ain't... To be played with
N***as say things they don't mean for a little bit of engagement
The Twitter streets are not really the streets
Over here you can't even enjoy your McLaren in peace

[Interlude: Muzee The Mbuzi]
Umuntu athi ufun' i-boyfriend ene moto
Kodwa kubo, into ene vili i-roll-on phela
Hehehe, ai, ekse!

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Uban' ofak' ibhande lika kapteni? So what then?
If I'm leading the team we'll be up there
Top of the log, o baby benu bafuna ngibabambe
Bangidonsa ngapha na ngapha ngathi bavala amakgardeni
And last night, ngikhohlw' igama, must have been somebody's girl
Ungibone ngithath' i-Aux, she say "SBWL", adiwele
Ngidlal' u-Stunna then listen to the story this honey tells
U dump i ou ngoba beyingam' gayi imali yok'fak' inwele
Ngapha ubhema i hubbly yaka Muzee, u busy ukhipa intuthu
Si order i-KFC, nangu ebhakedeni akhip' inkuku
Jessica from Parktown, khohlwa ke akas'ringi isZulu
And unless you feed her some Jäger then she won't give it to you
I should have never ever liked her pictures
She probably saw me and she thought that I'm the road to riches
The Insta' streets are not really the streets
Your girl just won't leave my DMs in peace
[IOutro :Muzee The Mbuzi]