YoungstaCPT - Son Of The Soil lyrics

[Hook] Ng'sacel' uk'buza, cel' uk'buza Umutu ofana nami Umcingezela kanjani Ng'sacel' uk'buza, cel' uk'buza Umutu ofana nami Umcingezela kanjani Son of the soil, son of the soil Uthi uvala la, uvle le Vale le, vule la Ubani umakoya, ubani umakoya Umutu ofana nami Umcingezela kanjani [Verse 1: K.O] Inja ye stayela, ikleva engazibeki phansi Rocking my own sh** Skhanda Republic is African renaissance African renaissance La kunenyuku lakhona lesgebengu is binne kant Nna nka se e hemisi, angeke ngiyiphe ne chance We need a melanin dough stain Just for the ambiance Skhana God, I been the kid with the juice Inja yakhona I been the kid with the sauce I've been making a living By keepin' in true in each and every hit I record The flow is outta here, the flow is outta here Just call me Houdini the god I know that you saw all that sh** from the gate By the way that I been ripping these bars H.N letter I to the C Yeah that's what you call a head n***a in charge Ntwana just give me a call I'mma just ? with y'all Thina sa thatha machance Sathatha mamilllions We were risking it all I know I'm a sinner for sure But I'm swaggalicious On my way to a prayer meeting in Christian Dior, authi yam Getting all that boy is pretty raw authi yam uSkhanda God yi authi yam Mara fede ngisazophusha Azok'tshela marhumusha, I don't just do it I need a cheque signed You better come correct ntwana Nje ngetekki elishaya nge swish 'Cause I need to join the Black Billionaires Club That new BBC boy That's Black Economic Excellence That new BEE boy The son of the soil I'm out here tryna secure, the bag Intwana enomoya, number k'dala ngiyirhola Fana no boy [Hook] [Verse 2: Youngsta CPT] I'm the black panther, forever Wakanda The coloured chihuahua, I'm repping iKappa I'm far from the regular Western Cape impotence Since you're the treasurer, open the register on Ya**is I'm a hoodlum, laat my broek hang Give you goosebumps Six milli ways to die broer How do y'all choose a good one Disciplined lyricist, keep that unlimited I can't be visited, lost in the wilderness Stupid remedial, Y-Gen ? Come from the dirt with the rawest material Head in the millie meal k**ing the cereal TV is wack, I'm curving the aerial Fliping the channel, your show just got canceled The Arabian gangsta, my car is a camel like skrr Propvol in a old bakkie Ninety nine problems, no money Backstage i was so Gummy Watching Yizo Yizo and Soul Buddiez Simunye Groove, yeah the old One For the Cape Malays and the Khoisan I send you back where you came from With a toy gun I'm the soil son [Hook]