[VERSE 1: NoQlue]
I never had dreams,only lyrical clues
I joined forces with the devil,the Nazis and Jews
Jail-birds,lost victims and criminal crews
Drug-lords,gangsters,all the kids in the hood
And every underrated cat,who's ever been in the booth
A free tape has never been so real achuuzz
I know it's been a while since the last tape
Dropped a couple weak tracks,I guess I fell along the way
No one taught me how to get over the hurdles in this game
I been dealing with depression,going through sh**ty days
Thinking of quitting this rap cause the sh** won't get me paid
Street cred doesn't pay though it might get me laid
I dropped "Grindin'", hoping you could all relate
But my struggle ain't appealing, all I got for that was hate
I lost a lot of friends, just to find out they were fake
People who claimed to love me, trash-talking my name
b**h-n***as, hoodrats, all these people are the same
They were only in my circle hoping I would get fame
Record deals fell through, things will never be the same
When the sh** hit the fan, everybody ran away
Shout to n***as like Zulu Beatz and Sam Mac JayLa
T-Bone and Ta-Phira, who stuck with a n***a
Now we back with a bang, more like back with revenge
Trynna get the whole world to believe in a man
The Motive is to win, I'm more Reason The Ma**
I don't do this for the glitz, I'm more realer than that
I do this for the kids who k** the Glitz with Morale
Trynna raise Queenstown, the only reason I rap
Getting messages on Facebook, "uykhupha nini tape?"
They keep asking why the world doesn't know my name
Lwazi telling me that I should have been bigger than all these lames
"Wena Qlue, you should be competing nabo E-Jay"
Ace is telling me I should have been running the Cape, I should be big enough for crowds to be chanting my name
Andifak' i-pressure lamajita, they believe in a man
Lomnqantsa noba uyanyuka ayand'qinisa amagenge
Ndizaykhupha i-tape free, ndizawanika amanene
I'll give it my heart and soul, noba asoze bayithenge
Only a few will understand, abanye soze bayimamele
Abanye bawzayniki hate, bathi ibamoshela indlebe
Kodwa uymameleyo, mna ndikthanda okwenene
Machibini, Queenstown, iEastern Cape, wonk'umndeni
Joburg, East Rand, Pitori, Ekurhuleni
Cape Town, Gugulethu, Khaltsha eKphumleni
Eersterivier, Kuilsriver, to Bardale, eMfuleni
May we reach every town and every hood when we drop it
I hope the dream is appealing enough for u to cop it
I'mma break bars, no one in the game can stop me
This the last time n***as ain't paying for my raps
This might be the greatest sh** to never ever hit the shelves
I might get a couple rappers choking and k**ing they'selves
Trynna break out from being an unknown to the rest
I keep wondering how could an unknown be the best?
How come Kwesta is not as big as Nyovest?
I'll leave that for the fans to debate
I might have to k** a few just to break into the game
I might have to blow fuse to get blacks outta the way
Nowadays even fans rap, bunch of Lil Waynes
No wonder we still broke, trynna break into the game
Nobody's buying the music, cause we all chasing fame
Even at shows akho fans, ngoba sonke sifuna ureppa
There so much you can do, ngaphandle koba ngu mrepha
Like buying ii-mixtape zamajita akhuphayo
Ndyathemba le yam itape uzay downloader xa iphumayo
[HOOK: NoQlue]
Hey I'ma put us all on the map
Chasin' my dreams and I ain't looking back
Everything's gon' change when they wake on me
I promise baby, you can bet your change on me
The sh**ty day will change, they gon' be no more
You thinking I'mma fall, don't be so sure
I wish somebody made guidelines
On how to get up off the sidelines
[VERSE 2: NoQlue]
Every time I drop a verse rappers get religious
Dropping to their knees as they ask me for forgiveness
No-Qlue The Prophet, I got verses like a Jesus
Black shoes for masons and bibles for believers
How do I begin?
Man I'm deeper than a metaphor
Deeper than a poet's heart, something like an after thought
Trynna move your hearts through a tape that you never bought
Cause #VoetsekHambakini had you n***as going back and forth
I had n***as running back to their books
They ain't never seen rapper throwing jabs on a hook
But they never had beds so they slept on the dude
I remember all the nights when I slept in the booth
Taking my time like I'm scripting a book
Trynna drop a mixtape that appeals to the hood