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[Chorus: Hymphatic Thabs] Think about hints announced in the crowd Man was crowned king of South African staff returned half-eaten When the crowds cannot shout and the mouths stink of gout Think aloud Baby & (Anne), maybe stand, hate each man Think about Lazy Sam who went to Rau Baby & think about.... [Verse 1: ROBO The Technician] Yeah, I make streets music and hardcore be the name A frame not predicted, is Nostradamus to blame? Not some jelly tots, flavour apricot but a Russian chariots Dimensions unthinkable with my compatriots On lands of of steel, shoes with magnetic fields to gravitate a raw deal The call to use the mic is just a skill To access a stream of thought and poetic ferocity It's the only probе to penetrate galaxiеs in high velocity And back to have a crunch I be the bully so hide your lunch I got semi-solid words like this with a heavy punch Revolution emerging to crunch your shaking entity So that train should come straight 'cause I kill geometrically Geocentrically, neotragically, it's kinda heavy The study, a deal that's made of steel like Alex Murphy Street pirate on a dialect to profile that To walk a mind that’s x-raying ultraviolet DAY-7 was a classic when it came Good Jesus now they see us Immortals like Mcleod and Ramirez Mutual collective, blows lights on massive Consumed this era is captive Explosion radioactive [Chorus: Hymphatic Thabs] Think about Lazy Sam who went to Rau As a part of an eighties scam The day he burned the lady hanged in his latest van Think about graves he planned And think about hints announced in the crowd Man was crowned king of South Africans Staff returned half-eaten When the crowds cannot shout and the mouths stink of gout Think aloud baby and maybe stand, hate each man Think about Lazy Sam who went to Rau Baby &, think about.... [Verse 2: SLINGSHOT Of Asylum Tribe] I don't have a role model, I am I have no regrets 'cause I plan on instinct It's basic, I got tired of looking up So now I look down at our children For I believe in the future Filled this mouth frowning Turn a blind eye So let the truth lie For the thrill of life is diverse This verse is worse A part of a curse from far the times past This calibre of skill confused the nurse Doctors declared no cure This Excalibur skill confused the nurse Doctors declared no cure The rest of the story can only be told by the driver of the hearse With eyes wide shot in a casket This mind state can grind a 2 kilogram nugget Oft bold When I was young I grew old The heat of the sun was too cold, so cold Of this horny bull called life by the horns And oh yes, I've heard gongs, send thongs, sang songs, write wrongs But to be a score(r) is what my heart longs Is what my heart longs [Verse 4: Hymphatic Thabs] Think about those kids in the streets With no bedding or sheets The cold gets to their feet The toes begin to freeze But most definitely, my flows stretching the beat Yo, listen to me I wrote lessons that teach That smoke sess in the streets That grow dreads and receive The bold step as a key To close Sesame Street The globe has to perceive this whole mission as great and bold It won't let us achieve the goal that let us eat what grows Just as a seed of hope Breadwinners seethe of soap Treacherous breeze that blow: Words to the east Suppose vessels that bleed from throats that cannot breathe Our souls setting us free What's dope this thing called weed That grows negligent to no place Seek to know first what it means To clothes, denims or jeans To clone venomous genes To go back into themes, that yo Heavens a dream like boy Adam and Eve Before madam was Steve Biko Wherein we achieve because evidently, the progressives simply Are progressing gently? As bold messaging and decompo-sitions of meet As noted in my speech, from scrolls Written in my sleep I quoted hymns, but each just spoke best-of-the-chiefs That co-lle-ce-ctive, Put-co, let the elite vote Yes to the deeds unfold Listen to the peeps that Most definitely expose methods of cheats To the men that doubt Who is the king of thou Think not about Buddha Think about true art [Outro: Lesego Rampolokeng] Checking the vision of this barbaric mission Our demanding life requisition Back to Christian crimes No Inquisition But check out the black monkey-man-mind For remote physical deface, debase Retrace the race back to bay-sick! --