[Verse 1: Themba Ntaka]
Cautiously explore through the desolate plains of my complex ma** or tissue
Allured by the visuals
And when seeing what's in store for a n***a like yours truly
Bash the heads of unruly emcees like the page before me
Tale of the noll
Even if I was a stripper I still wouldn't split the pole
My mind expands and pops back like a rubber band
The power of paralysis will stop these mother f**ers in their tracks of cowardice
I've seen so many empty chalices
But filled with the same indifference I instill
But still it's like 1918 trench warfare
One of these days I'mma take you there
We had to sacrifice the goat
On a more spontaneous note we still have hope
Please don't flatter me like a floosy
This sushi platter's volcanic
Put together this mosaic