[Verse 1]
What's a god to a prophet
Sure enough it's the honour
Money ties in the corner
The monetising some data
What's a broad to a prophet
Sure enough it's the offers
'cause someone paid in the offer
To pray you stay where you starving
You ain't rappers for solace
Feeling pressured for product
Still impressed with the way
That I know my way in the [?]
Show me love when the show airs
Show me depth in the program
Show me less of this industry's enemies to the progress
Show me more than the showmen
Cut me over the corners
And cut a check for the culture man
You can keep your exposure
Keep your shady personas
I'm shaking weight off my shoulders
Setting plates for the ones
Who I'm meant to feed in the process
Woking for tin foil mean working for ten folks
Depression in black homes as deep as a twang so
Gte it for black closure, keeping thing going
Deeper than rap, playing the game in a sand storm
[Hook]
Manzima, Manzima
Usebenzile, usebenzile
Manzima, Manzima
Hawu nangensibi, qhubekha uqine
[Verse 2]
Six years deep in the troubles, knees in the rubble
There were dark days, being about it
Down with the devil in the drug phase
Fooling around for someone to covet in the [?]
Unpaid fees and blown budgets
Six years deep in the hustle
Leasing another Luis
Others came over the stumble
Setting the struggle, sh** was all the same
Setting the puppets, walking among them in the protests
Playing for cover, playing for doubles in the warfare
Losing my Ns, foes and a few vrous
Tired but not resentful
Quiet in my discent though
Lucid when I attend shows
In a room full of Ciscos
Trappin over my ten toes
While pursuing these bimbos
Sniffing some of this Biko
Talent gave me this cheat code
Easy come with the Titos
Easy go with the evils
Keep the low need to reload
When I shoot with the refills
[?] good for the people
Nothing less on the East Coast
[Hook]
Manzima, Manzima
Usebenzile, usebenzile
Manzima, Manzima
Hawu nangensibi, qhubekha uqine