[Verse 1: Themba Ntaka]
Trying to seek revenge on a spinning room
As I take the floor
How can you adore thoughts you can't comprehend
Outside the box like sneakers from the sneaker store
They overpriced but they look nice
Affinity to sh** we can't afford
Concepts of amity leading to my insanity
So in the clamor
I'll be in the corner spitting raps,talking grammar, literature, and language
Others see glamor in sh** I see as anguish
Can't dress up distress to make it blessed
Sporting black clothes on my funeral flow
At the tribunal
Hoping I could die useful
Tree of no good?
Yet I live fruitful
This the turning point;
Every point made crucial
To the futile
I tried to be affable
Apps on your phone but can't an aptitude test
That's laughable;
And you swag's just as bad as you
So f** cash and f** things material
Rule like imperial
You see that paper that I'm sketching on
And muddy waters that I'm treading on
My train of thought takes you to the crossroads like Lebanon
'bout to crack the Dutch like the earthquake in Amsterdam
Got the power in my hands
Stepping on n***as
Triggers
Blam