LOXION KULCA

Take me back to home Momma whipping up on condiments & spices on the stove My father’s jazz collection DVD records for the soul Serve reminders of the times of old, the time before, I figured all the world’s façade Succumb to velocity of the world at large Steady pacing, steady racing, still been facing, sour faces Witch-craft artists, swallowed by the ages Left in agony I wrote another classic Palms were full of scars Sculptures stained with blood My art is no façade Incremental odds, they dealt us Sacramental Mathematics of the ancient times Holy matrimonies were divorced The fall of man endorsed, by those descendants Codependent, on the vices of the earth I conjured from the dirt, and broke the curses, deeper than the surface of placenta chops, broke the knots. Pampers, prayers, paramount For shitty days in fair mount Get out your feelings I'm in the village Olova dice dealing Shay'ipop you know how we living Picture how I'm chilling In the hills nigga Even if I make a million I'll forever be the same spitter Cause vili liyajika What you say when you not talking figures is not true I feel greatness every time I step inside the rap booth A young group of South African artists that's chasing dreams Is it really what it seems when we see them on the screens ? Is there money from the streams ? Is your pocket full of cheese like you really say it is ? That's why why I won't mention it Gotta live my life Gotta understand growth Need to crawl before you walk Now that's a souvenir quote Broke artists dope rhymes All the shawties that I kicked it with Know that I'm a real nigga I'm from the streets of Ladysmith where my people's love to squeeze the triggers Now you know...