Never needed money to bag the baddest hunnies
Never made it rain my disposition is sunny
All the same we are not the same
Carry on like Bob and Damien, Festo too radiant
Pull out the camera, capture my charisma
Can’t contain my character they label me like Arista
Afrocentric or eccentric and spectacular
He speaks so well, swell with his vernacular
Heard he’s from Africa
Tigers and the zebras and the lions and the cheetahs
And he’s kinda particular
Outside the syllabus he’s extra-curricula
Parallel lives but he flows perpendicular
Hugh Masekela’s coal train that’s stimela
Purple poems with Nasir Jones or maybe similar
NEW ROAD AND GUAVA TREES
I steal the spotlight, Den of thieves
Shattered pieces of my thesis i deliver for my nieces
In my family tree, doctors and teachers
Some still in shackles but freedom within reaches
In this garden apple doesn’t fall from the peaches
Some dey the mountains and they never seen the beaches
Youth is a fountain we are all aging creatures
Some sick and tired of the bs
Some of them are readers others are bleeders
Some dey wake up dawn-t they are 9 to 5’ing
Others no get morning tea they are not surviving
Some dey push the envelope
Other people bribing
Some are selling hope
Other people merchandising
Either we living or dying
Got a job or applying
Consulting or client
Either way a parallel universe i’m implying
You for choose chale, sheep or a lion
Realest shit is being broke
Holding on to slim hope
Warn a brother cause a sniper might have in a scope
Truth universal no rehearsal but the boy is dope
Came across the atlantic boat full of killer dope
Realest shit is being broke
Hopeless or maybe both
Warn a brother cause a sniper might have in in a scope
Truth universal mass appeal that’s how i feel
Chef Curry on the mic, that’s a triple meal
NEW ROAD AND GUAVA TREES
Out now, set your mind at ease
Tell a friend to tell a friend you saw me on the radar
God MC tings, later is greater