[Verse 1: Themba Ntaka] A tame dog has two sets of teeth equally as dangerous Pay me in attention misters and mistresses Jacking was a leitmotif So I learned to stop keeping my tricks up the sleeve but in three cups Jubilant chairs congregate and mimic a cypher Infinite insight He's a nice rapper meaning he won't bite Sit with me under a solemn sky On the drinks we went 50/50 With a smell lily of the valley; And a litany to expose folly Golly good gosh the god I serve is good Even in the hood I don't have bars I don't have xanies; I've got the savoir faire if that matters any They listen avidly But don't catch many It's like the only stretch when they're being catchpenny Consider the carbon footprint of a handed down shoe When all your buys are impromptu