(Shaka Zulu)
Iwisa meat Caesar
He's a commander
Who thinks he can dance with
Conan of the Savanna
but when I go hand to hand with you
I go hammer
knock off his dome, wrap it up in his own banner
send it back to Rome, with a message from the Zulu
If you battle Shaka, this what happen to you
If you cross that equator you'll head straight into a ma**acre, and get f**ed by more than just Cleopatra in Africa
(Julius Caesar)
You talk a lot of sh**,
for a man wearing a diaper
I heard you had poison spit,
where was it in this cypher?
cause all I hear is threats from a brute with no discipline
and I'm ruling over you,
like a boot full of my citizens
you should take your cow skin shield, and hid under it
you're f**ing with the most triumphant third of the triumvirate
I'm first of the empire
and last of the republicans
and hunting you accompanied by legions of my countrymen
ask my kidnappers if I'm just a sh** talker
Doc J dunk on you like Boom Shakalaka
So don't go rattling your sticks at me
If I wanted to shake spears I'd waggle my biography
(Shaka Zulu)
Right I've heard of your play
tell me how does it end?
oh yes
you get stabbed many times by your friends
So watcha gonna do with your roman swords
when the lines of your legions
get gored by the horns of the
Zulu! Warriors!
trained on thorns to dismember any emperor's
pasty white hoards
I got the strength of a lion and the speed of a cheetah
and everyone knows
you're just a chicken Caesar
(Julius Caesar)
Oooh can I be a hyena?
cause I'm going to laugh
I'll pave roads with the bones of your goat herding a**
First my front lines will drop back and spank you in the chest
Then I'll decimate your horns
You can't outflank the best
Let your reserves come at me, my ballista's co*ked and (ready!)
when I take (aim!) I always keep my whole crew (steady!)
because there's no use in murdering you and your heathen
you can grow my wheat for me after you're beaten