Run Jozi

Run Jozi

Started from bottom was rolling around in that Toyota bakkie
The summer (SAMA) is ours Im hungry for power Gadafi Gadafi
You turn on the tube and all that you see is Versace Versace
You go to my school they can't tell you shit 'bout Chris Hani Chris Hani
This ain't the land of the free no propaganda machine
Handle my flag on the screen light a candle for Dibs
light a candle for Dibs
Smokin the Jets, smoke, Smoking the Jets
Smoking them like cigarettes
Takin it straight to the head
Drinking Select
This is the sweetest revenge

[Chorus: Yanga]
Nkosi sikelele, thina, thina namagenge
Godly (x2)
Run Jozi

[Bridge]
I'm holding the crown
My soldiers around
So throw in the towel
We come through the kitchen
With owners permission
No photos allowed

[Verse 2: K.O.]
My flow is so hazardous
Mfanakithi can't nobody handle this
I annihilated all my competition so there's no further challengers
Look, going against me, you thought you won that's totally blasphemous
In a city where having no morality is totally fabulous
what's wrong with these amateurs
Over the internet posting some messages
Next thing you know your career is over, ntwana, over some characters?
It's the juxtaposition of choosing stupidity over intelligence
Ntombazana ushishiliza ngendunu phansi and you hoping for happiness
K'se mhlabeni k'mel' uz'bheke it's crucial
Ngcono uthembe ilije than theme umuntu
They laugh in your face while they planning to shoot you
Bafuna nje ukuk' culela magugu
Ngizok' bamba ngo left ngik' bambe ngo right
Mina kleva I will hurt you
We outchea living that Eskom life
Yeah, we in that power circle
See all I ever wanted was some peace of mind to speak my mind
The streets are mine
Yeah, I ain't even reach my prime
Ngisazok' yenza busy blind (x2)
Awu mina ngiyintsimbi edlezinye
Redefine
Just read between the lines
And when the sparks fly hope you can see the grind
See the grind?

[Chorus: Yanga]

[Bridge x2]
Dala sibatshle k'phethe thina la
Kodwa ungena apha uphuma ngapha ungena apha kwenzenjani?

[Verse 3: AKA]
I'm something like Haile Selassie
beautiful women and Jah seed
God speed to my competition
Fuck whatever your palm reads
I'm on a mission like foreign militia
They politician that hot seat
Topple the Gods top of the charts
Name a level I can't reach
Better check credentials
Peter Cech, protect the temple
Do you want progress or you want Rolex?
Better make mine Presidential
Influential
More gold bottles
No role models
This whole motto is fucked up and we all follow
No GuptaGate, no magistrate
Just mamis shake like coke bottles
Bent nose falling. No foreign? No problem
Madiba faces in briefcases like Zim dollars
Say our father

[Chorus: Yanga]

[Bridge]
Dala sibatshle k'phethe thina la
I'm holding the crown
my soldiers around
so throw in the towel
We come through the kitchen
With owners permission
No photos alllowed

[END]