E-Jay - Black To d**h lyrics

[Verse 1: DJ Sablo] I'm a black Person! I'm a Rap Person! Coming through the hood I'm with more n******gs than the black churches! Shout my n***a SiL we putting n******gs in them Black Hearses! With our Black Verses! F'tsek San! Black Curses! Nowa days I note a fake n***a fast and get past that! Fake n******gs say we waste beats where you hear that? n***a You large on the weist.. Like a Cow boy Hat! I'm on a wrestling Mat! Where your fighters at? Its like: damn this n***a real! Damn! This n***a k**s! n***a all these girls be saying Sablo you the best! I got something to Address like a post office I got my ego to reduce! Because it enlarges Never put trust in a n***a you trust! n***a even your shadow leaves when you're in the dark! I'm Siz and Scoppin it now... BC we doing it now! n***a quit that flexing! Coming out of KT the capital S fam.. Capetown [Hook: SiL] When I start to spit put your gla**es up Teko Modise, yeah, we beat it up And we 'bout to go: Up down we k**in' it. Cape Town we back in it Black Rims, Black Car, When I'm with your girl I make her say ahh Black.... To d**h. Black.... To d**h. Black Black to d**h [Verse 2: E-Jay] I got the drive to blow up like the car bomb in Pakistan. Angdlali san' like Jackie Chan boy I slept you san' Hosh my bru.. I'm Bringing Kaapstad back.. And my flow stay cool in my 2 book cap, 2 door Black Talking Crap and this tool gonn' clap Talking back and these dudes gonn' smack.... Like styles of the rich and famous. Like styles from the streets that's nameless From the bottom to the top of the highest we chainless - get h*mos famous Since Zuma got babies and Malema got problems, and the rumors got crazy on my road to super stardom. Who's to pardon? Sleeping with celebrity chicks Screaming cream get the money yo its day to be rich If my competition's sicker then I'm s'pose to be dead Eight Thousand twitter followers that's the price on my head. Amen Same dude that your girlfriend hates to love... When you hear me in the city turn the radio up [Hook: Sil] When I start to spit put your gla**es up Teko Modise, yeah, we beat it up And we 'bout to go: Up down we k**in' it. Cape Town we back in it Black Rims, Black Car, When I'm with your girl I make her say ahh Black.... To d**h. Black.... To d**h. Black Black to d**h [Outro Verse: SiL] Man we told you long ago we gonna make this feature happen. Now it's happened. Two kings, one god for ever reppin' We pushing hella. Chasing evil cheddar. Stop saying that you sick, the doctor said you better Ain't that what you wanted? Us sick, you better? f** it what a paradox my flow's sick so better... Feature me, and I'll easily take your fan base. Siya koroba le scapser