"fists with gats powered fists with gats"
this is our first hit, in our eyes. we had an overwhelming experience at Smart Studios (big up Beau Sorenson!) the first time we all heard this track in it's final form. it's that thing you often hear about when you know you've created something extraordinary. it's been on the garageband.com top 10 for almost 3 weeks straight now, so i guess we were right. we're looking into getting this put on wax and officially released as a 12" single with instrumentals, remixes, a cappellas, versions, dubs, b/w all the same for another track.
Lyrics: N. Nguyuza, D. Wainwright.
Music: P. Hettiger, A. Konkol, D. Wainwright
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fiogf49gjkf0d v1
the pen pours knowledge obtained to automatic
combat it and you might not survive the static
these niggas is, fabric soft but of course
stand ready in line for extortion endorsed
hand in hand goes money and fame
these honeys and dames
whips and chips off the chain
enough green backs makes people insane
i’m pushed up
lean back
spit shit for your brain
and stay calm in heat cause i’m a Bantu
the Jo-burg
journalist and write what i want to
the end light
to invite insult and haunt you
that little bad boy back in school that used to haunt you
you knew you had to fight,
but didn’t want to
accountable for many a fall
you’d catch one too
golden rules keep me safe
so do unto
reciprocated hate and hate will have to son you
chorus
they always say, give the people what they want
but if you give them what they want what would be the point
they always say, give the people what they need
my people need to get together and read
they always talking this and that
fist with facts powered fist with gats
so never disrespect the prophet, the messenger prophet
because he’s rising, rising, mercury rising
rising, rising, mercury rising,
rising, rising, mercury rising
keep rising to the top
v2
expression is free inevitably
the lesson to me
is word and thoughts with high fees
the type of fee free from the money you see
but enough to cost trees
light the paper and breath
and take some time to think while your busting
about the reconstruction
of numb thought construction
they call it self destruction
malfunction
son they got us by the balls from the back and yall frontin
i’m abstract
maybe too abstract
sticking to the facts hoping for the hyper react
but to put it to you plain most rap is wack
but the detriment of fact is that people by that
they buy that
stacked racks by the millions
you make a little dough
but universal makes a killing
the mainstream is cavity musicians are the filling
we chewing on the fat cause most the meat is bitten
it’s bitten spitten and claimed to be written
and really red from a blue book with provisions like
follow the lead to hollow and bleed this foundation
a nation created by we
when they always try to tell me to say
chorus
v3
so y’all are like yeah “Mr. Parker’s misguided
it seems like all his rap songs is one sided
he won’t change shit so why try fight it?”
you won’t change bitch
just take it as i write it
you’re all invited
so R.S.V.P.
i have my own brain plus i use it freely
i won’t choose fame cause fame won’t choose me
and were it not for T.V. lemming where would you be?
i think stuck
boy stuck in a rut
with your ability to leave your earths mark to much
freedom of choice minus all your crews touch
you’d be standing on an island asking people
what’s what
and there he goes post deep in the horizon
it’s Peter P. riding chariots pulled by bison
i flow with a god like ease
call me Poseidon
entrusted by the dumate clique that i confide in
it’s the movement man so get it on
piloted by penmanship
plus my fist warm
i’m handing out umbrellas to these worthless pawns
beware the calm before the shit storm
when they always try and tell me…
chorus
out.
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