NoQlue The Prophet - The Sidelines lyrics

[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