Outro Lyrics

They told me young nigga get it

I was on the brink of fuckin' up

I had to dust my shit up, had to show and prove I was The one, Jet li with the shit

My roots have always shown my fuckin' luck

Jungle boy you miss him, blood chameleon, yea you know the guts

Look at him

Look at the luck he be testin'

Look at the caption they captured

Look how they kept all his greatness

Look how committed are has-beens

Mfan' wa ko Skraal'a he blessin'

Rapping formidable

Forces he gracing and Paradox has him on edge and the spazzin' will leave all of em in a rut with the cadence

Fuckin' this beat up we lick it, no latex

Look yea,

I was 16 when I started

M16 with the bars

Had to pause a bit for the studies

Cop a couple beats for the started

Now we going in, no retarders

Put a nigga in his feel

Yea been and we still on that God damn quo and I like it

Real ass steel in the spit, I'm a hitta

I got venom in my spitting like a muhfucking viper

They told me young nigga get it

I was on the brink of fuckin' up

I had to dust my shit up, had to show and prove I was The one, Jet li with the shit

My roots have always shown my fuckin' luck

Jungle boy you miss him, blood chameleon, yea you know the guts

Rappin' with a nigga make sure that there's passion with you

No cappin' with you

Nice flow youngin' and he pack a missile

Balls of a bull yea he record hearin'

When he rap, he be levitatin'

When he snap, there's no gravitation

Look at earth, all your favorites with it

They be there, tryna revert all these fuckin' changes

Let it crash, cause he here to change the fuckin' system

That's Metro mister

AKA ammo spitter

Fuck around and touch your sister

Get her wet, look at that, she a puddle sitter

She a mess from the verse like em other niggas

Bona fel', ra ba tsen' ejo ra ba senya

Le vernac ra e tshel' re tlatsa 40 litre

Sho mpinch, kao chael', bona tshwara speaker

Utlwa bass le snare Dox wa ba nyesa

Let's blow these pistons

Paper trail road to riches

I know vision

I'm Hood and I Hustle and they throats I'm clinchin'

I'ma blow that's for sure cause I'm not Bill Clinton

Look I'm true with the Gods, had no pot to piss in

Now I'm through with you trolls, on your face I'm pissin'

A bully for sure with the words and diction

In due time of course I will fix this business, I'm on a mission

Anyone can come and get it

Let em come and mourn the victim

Got a couple calls to make wack rapper eviction

If you had the shit it takes just have a listen

It won't even make a difference cause your casket built in

Maybe your life I will spare, it's a game of inches

If your girl and her friend do the work when kneeling

Get the boy to ejec.. and feel paraplegic

They told me young nigga get it

I was on the brink of fucking up

I had to dust my shit up, had to show and prove I was The one, Jet li with the shit

My roots have always shown my fucking luck

Jungle boy you miss him, blood chameleon, yea you know the guts.