Days At Wound's Hill
Written & produced by Shaun Klaas

— Chorus —

Let my soul go home for once
Let my soul take on what's what
I don't know what you won't like
But I'll make sure that I'm yours for once

In this lifetime worth of needles in my gut
Burnt my eyes while looking at the sun
Tainted my innocence while looking for some fun
Mind full of pain and a bag full of blunts

Let my soul go home for once
Let my soul take on what's what
I don't know what you won't like
But I'll make sure that I'm yours for once

In this lifetime worth of needles in my gut
Burnt my eyes while looking at the sun
Tainted my innocence while looking for some fun
Mind full of pain and a bag full of blunts

— Verse —

Bag full of blunts, yeah!
Walking like I know me...
Got my homies in the front, yeah
Love me like I love me, don't just love me for a fuck, yeah

Sand between my eyelids, I won't blink... I think I'm stuck, yeah
Need a couple bucks on these cold days

Me spinning Coldplay...
Stepping on bullets getting ahold of my old ways
Still looking sideways like I got something to find
I left something behind

You got something in mind to go for
So go for it
Go for it
Went to sleep and woke up thirsty like I'm grown for this

Die a legend I just hope that I get known for this
Calabash full of blood, I'm too gone for this

Gone for this
Way too gone for this

I still gotta focus I'm dreaming
Still I focus on teaming
Growing a couple trees for my spirit I need some healing
Soul is getting entangled
Might just –
Might just...

— Chorus —

Let my soul go home for once
Let my soul take on what's what
I don't know what you won't like
But I'll make sure that I'm yours for once

In this lifetime worth of needles in my gut
Burnt my eyes while looking at the sun
Tainted my innocence while looking for some fun
Mind full of pain and a bag full of blunts

Let my soul go home for once
Let my soul take on what's what
I don't know what you won't like
But I'll make sure that I'm yours for once

In this lifetime worth of needles in my gut
Burnt my eyes while looking at the sun
Tainted my innocence while looking for some fun
Mind full of pain and a bag full of blunts

Days At Wound's Hill

Laniakea (Interlude)
Written & produced by Shaun Klaas
Background vocals by CörtezzNBA

— Chorus (×2) —

Can't stretch like denim
Come out for me
Don't drink my poison
Just hear me bleed
Don't see me weep
Just give me weed

My soul, might sell it
Can't take back time
I'm in way to deep
In way too deep
My eyes been weak
What can't I see?
I'd rather cry... yeah.l
I'd rather be chasing the sunset...
I might end up with me

[intermission]

Still all alone, still got my dreams 
Got rage in me.
Trauma I've seen.
Trauma I've known.
Tax money I need.

Give what I don't have
Give what i don't need
Give what i receive
Heart tight on my sleeve

Fear stuck in my genes
Blood sweat and my spleen

[hums: CörtezzNBA]

— Chorus (×2) —

Can't stretch like denim
Come out for me
Don't drink my poison
Just hear me bleed
Don't see me weep
Just give me weed

My soul, might sell it
Can't take back time
I'm in way to deep
In way too deep
My eyes been weak
What can't I see?
I'd rather cry... yeah
I'd rather be chasing the sunset...
I might end up with me

Laniakea (Interlude)

Slump (prod. shaunklaas)
Written by Shaun Klaas & Mlamli


— Hook —

I've been riding solo, again
Knife on me, I might have to use it, again
Cookie coming on a silver platter, I sin
Fuck away from me don't try to sip my gin...
My gin

I've been riding solo, again
Knife on me, I might have to use it, again
Cookie coming on a silver platter, I sin
Fuck away from me don't try to sip my gin...
My gin

— Verse 1: Shaun Klaas —

Gin, yes, I leak
Walking like never had to talk, to speak
Devil got my addy now he knocking
At least

I don't even have to look the part
I'm in, I grin

Damn, Satan, come in
Lips dry, looking like a Mayan, I'm in
Why my flowers looking like they're dying again?
Pizza dancing gotta let the pie in... I did
But nowadays...

— Hook —

I've been riding solo, again
Knife on me, I might have to use it, again
Cookie coming on a silver platter, I sin
Fuck away from me don't try to sip my gin...
My gin

I've been riding solo, again
Knife on me, I might have to use it, again
Cookie coming on a silver platter, I sin
Fuck away from me don't try to sip my gin...
My gin

— Verse 2: Mlamli —

Tshi tshi 
Tryna find my balance lendlela imtyibilizi
Ice egazini, brrrrri
Ntliziy' ibanda ceke
Hell must have frozen over, heard 'em say
they way hotter then we
We're chillies, chile
Bhekela, Charlie... le chap
Akuy'qondi ba lencasa Ayisuleli 
It's okay ndithe  ndozijonga ispilini
Ubungasoz'  undigandicapukeli 
Depict me Van Gogh, andimameli
Oh shit

— Hook —

I've been riding solo, again
Knife on me, I might have to use it, again
Cookie coming on a silver platter, I sin
Fuck away from me don't try to sip my gin...
My gin

I've been riding solo, again
Knife on me, I might have to use it, again
Cookie coming on a silver platter, I sin
Fuck away from me don't try to sip my gin...
My gin

— Outro —

Tshi tshi 
Tryna find my balance lendlela imtyibilizi
Ice egazini, brrrrri
Ntliziy' ibanda ceke

Slump (feat. Mlamli)

“Truth Hz”
Written and produced by Shaun Klaas.

— Verse —

When life turns cold and fabric becomes a message
I can only hope that karma becomes the lesson
Days in the fridge, see, Shaun might not get the message
'Cause dying's for the living and living is for the reckless

And here I am talking like I got love for my brethren
Drawing my conclusion, it's blasphemous what I'm sketching
Drop the shovel I think I need some time and I reckon
I might close my eyes and maybe wake up a different
contestant in this world of competition

On this foggy earth I look for accurate descriptions
System playing us like we're some mannequins and so I see
damages within us
See they're outchea cutting throats while we're busy pointing fingers
Now I figured, gotta keep my heart as cold as winter
Oh I know it, this might be your last day with us
Now I got niggas asking if I would split like splinters
when I worked alone for it

Tossing like I'm salad
Turning like a curve for it
Got my niggas asking if I went broke for it
The irony behind it, I might get a job for it

Cause these summer nights is cold
Room full of secrets, bet my skeleton's the only thing that
lands and feels at home
And loyalty's become another currency unknown
Still rely on me if you need anything to hone

Break a leg sounds good and all but I befriended ropes
Got me skipping to the part of life we definitely know...
And that's the end of it

Death comes, death goes, ain't no deficit
Every breath I take is just another nigga exiting
Since the beginning I've been looking for the end of it

So when shit hits the fan and alcohol hits the liver
I hope you find your place on this Earth, my nigga

Yeah, my nigga



Truth Hz

“Don't Die On Me Now (feat. King Com)”
Written by Shaun Klaas & King Com
Produced by Shaun Klaas.
Background vocals by Av Raincandy.

— Pre-chorus —

Don't die on me now, uh
Don't die on me now, uh
Don't die on me now, uh
Don't die one me, yo-yo

Don't die on me now, uh
Don't die on me now, uh
Don't die on me, uh-uh
Don't die on me now, uh

— Chorus —

You can't run away
You can't run away from me
You can't run away
You can't run away from me, yuh

You can't run away from me, uh
Yo... from me, uh
Yo... from me
You can't...

— Verse 1: Shaun Klaas —

No second chances if you do me wrong
Earn respect to get respect
Niggas think we fuck shit up
We ain't even reckless yet

Ain't no time to second guess I represent
Gang mentality developments, my mind's a mess
Rather I chase a dream and smoke with my homies
Got Mary on me, I smell like a burning forest whenever I hit the road
'Bout to treat the game like it just dropped the soap and fuck shit up.

I'm never capping, seen heroes turn into has-beens
From zero I hit a hundred like I got a shitty budget
We're never budging, you bugging
I'm chasing bags, don't even got a bucket

But we're mobbin' like, mhmm
But we're mobbin' like, mhmm
But we're mobbin' like, yah
But we're mobbin' like, uh

— Bridge —

Yo-yo
Yo-yo-yo-yo-yo, yo
Yo-yo, ye-ye, ye, ye-ye, ye
Yo, yo
Ye-ye, ye, ye-ya
Yo, yo
Yo, yo

— Chorus —

You can't run away
You can't run away from me
You can't run away
You can't run away from me, yuh

You can't run away from me, uh
Yo... from me, uh
Yo... from me
You can't...

— Verse 2: King Com —

Uh...
I praise the lord, the mighty all God
And we slaughter goats guess nobody can fuck
with us we're that godly, uh

Please send 'em location
Pro'lly they find us with snakes, Guccis, and Prada
Guess we're the only survivors, uh

Be compared with niggas who don't know money
I hate niggas who got money 'cause they always be up to something
In this game they always call me the beast
King Com out the leash, I'm a king and a god in the streets
You can't run away, this is paradise they throw me a pair of dice

Ain't no peace, yeah, dead or alive
Holy ghost, I'll never sell you my soul
These niggas barely got all these hoes
They be digging that gold

— Pre-chorus —

Don't die on me now, uh
Don't die on me now, uh
Don't die on me now, uh
Don't die one me, yo-yo

Don't die on me now, uh
Don't die on me now, uh
Don't die on me, uh-uh
Don't die on me now, uh

— Chorus —

You can't run away
You can't run away from me
You can't run away
You can't run away from me, yuh

You can't run away from me, uh
Yo... from me, uh
Yo... from me
You can't...

— Bridge —

Yo-yo
Yo-yo-yo-yo-yo, yo
Yo-yo, ye-ye, ye, ye-ye, ye
Yo, yo
Ye-ye, ye, ye-ya
Yo, yo
Yo, yo

Don't Die On Me Now

“Orange Leaf”
Written and produced by Shaun Klaas.

— Chorus —

Go slow
Soon as I can I'mma let you go
Just let me know
Ring the bell, baby, just let me know
I'll let you go

Think I can tell when you can't take shit no more
I'll let you go
Temper high, hope you make it home

Go slow
Soon as I can I'mma let you go
Just let me know
Ring the bell, baby, just let me know
I'll let you go

Think I can tell when you can't take shit no more
I'll let you go
Temper high, hope you make it home

— Verse —

Keep the photos for me, girl, you know it
Privacy the only policy for me, you know it
Privacy my only luxury, I know you know it
Lately got me feeling like a schizophrenic poet

Pour it up with your homegirls, right?
Get drunk, call me when you're fucked up, right?
Thought you didn't wanna get loved up, right?
Feel like I can never get you out of my sight, my god

Keep the photos for me, girl, you know it
Privacy the only policy for me, you know it
Privacy my only luxury, I know you know it
Lately got me feeling like a schizophrenic poet

Pour it up with your homegirls, right?
Get drunk, call me when you're fucked up, right?
Thought you didn't wanna get loved up, right?
Feel like I can never get you out of my sight, yeah

— Chorus —

Go slow
Soon as I can I'mma let you go
Just let me know
Ring the bell, baby, just let me know
I'll let you go

Think I can tell when you can't take shit no more
I'll let you go
Temper high, hope you make it home

Go slow
Soon as I can I'mma let you go
Just let me know
Ring the bell, baby, just let me know
I'll let you go

Think I can tell when you can't take shit no more
I'll let you go
Temper high, hope you make it home

Orange Leaf

“Faucet Interlude”
Written and produced by Shaun Klaas.

I hope you're breathing today
I hope you're breathing today
I, I, I hope you're breathing today

— Chorus —

I hope you're breathing today
I hope your skeletons stay in your closet, uh
Leak your secrets like a faucet, uh
Don't know limitations, nigga
Only thing I give a fuck about is caution

They're saying love is the answer, but...
Look at where that shit has gotten me
Yeah, uh, yeah

I hope you're breathing today
I hope your skeletons stay in your closet, uh
Leak your secrets like a faucet, uh
Don't know limitations, nigga
Only thing I give a fuck about is caution

They're saying love is the answer, but...
Look at where that shit has gotten me

— Verse 1 —

Road is getting kinda rocky, yeah
Niggas always trynna block me, huh
Everybody turning salty, yeah
Niggas scheming, turning ponsy, huh

I just do my shit in private, dive in, hit up Moolah
for the options, whether or not I should drop it, huh
Sound like “Huh, huh” when the hit me up for profits

Draw up the thesis
Whole lot of guap but the won't let you see it
Rhyme without reason, it's been like that for 'em every season
Feasting on every beat as I reach in my s'khwama to be all I can be
I see, they're leeching, reaching, I cannot hand out the key
Dreaming, only way to keep it breathing is losing my sleep

But still...

— Chorus —

I hope you're breathing today
I hope your skeletons stay in your closet, uh
Leak your secrets like a faucet, uh
Don't know limitations, nigga
Only thing I give a fuck about is caution

They're saying love is the answer, but...
Look at where that shit has gotten me
Got me, yeah

I hope you're breathing today
I hope your skeletons stay in your closet, uh
Leak your secrets like a faucet, uh
Don't know limitations, nigga
Only thing I give a fuck about is caution

They're saying love is the answer, but...
Look at where that shit has gotten me

— Bridge —

Breathe for me, breathe
I hope you breath for me, breathe

Breathe for me, breathe
I hope you breath for me, breathe

Breathe for me, breathe
I hope you breath for me, breathe

Breathe for me, breathe
I hope you breath for me, breathe

(Welele, welele)

— Verse 2 —

I gotta leave momma again
Told my cousin I'mma visit again
Said she love me I'll ignore it again
Here I am being poison again

Here I am with my head getting bigger
I'm just trynna be a regular nigga
Suffocating, see the plot getting thicker
Niggas growing, now my peers getting sicker, resorting to liquor

I ain't problematic but...
Seen nooses, wrists getting cut
Been searching for some bubble butts
Think I need something different
Cut from a different cloth
See I got a gut feeling kneeling ain't helping

Think I need me a couple slut shaming niggas so
I feel  equivalent to something
Life giving me a mini Rush Hour feeling
Got adrenaline and gin up in my system

Fuck being a little tipsy, I'm a little drunk
Can't tell me nothing, you're a little punk
You ain't gang-gang, you ain't slatt-slatt
Pack my shit and relocate, out chasing destiny and dust

Nothing much
Shit really changing, I ain't even trynna hit the club

— Bridge —

(Welele)
Breathe for me, breathe
I hope you breath for me, breathe

(Welele)
Breathe for me, breathe
I hope you breath for me, breathe

(Welele)
Breathe for me, breathe
I hope you breath for me, breathe

(Welele)
Breathe for me, breathe
I hope you breath for me, breathe

(Welele, welele)

— Chorus —

I hope you're breathing today
I hope your skeletons stay in your closet, uh
Leak your secrets like a faucet, uh
Don't know limitations, nigga
Only thing I give a fuck about is caution

They're saying love is the answer, but...
Look at where that shit has gotten me
Got me, yeah

I hope you're breathing today
I hope your skeletons stay in your closet, uh
Leak your secrets like a faucet, uh
Don't know limitations, nigga
Only thing I give a fuck about is caution

They're saying love is the answer, but...
Look at where that shit has gotten me

(Welele, welele) ×3

Faucet Interlude

“Holy Manzi (feat. Mlamli)”
Written by Shaun Klaas and Mlamli.
Produced by Shaun Klaas.

— Chorus —

Holy manzi
Holy manzi, yhooo
Holy manzi
Uh, holy water dawgg

Hay', holy manzi, ye-ye
Holy manzi, ya-ya
Holy manzi
Hay', holy manzi

— Post-chorus —

Thixo nd'namadinga
I think need me some money, please
Hay', holy manzi

Thixo nd'namadinga
I think need me some money, please
Holy manzi
Hay', holy manzi

— Bridge —

Hay', holy manzi, ye-ye
Holy, mhmm, holy, hay'
Holy manzi, ye-ye
Holy manzi, ye-ye
Holy, mhmm, holy, hay'
Holy manzi, ye-ye
Holy, mhmm, holy, hay'
Holy manzi, ye

— Verse 1: Shaun Klaas —

I need me some water, huh
I need me a quarter, uh
I jump off the border, uh
I dump 'em overboard
like them niggas on my corner, uh

Code black on my daughter, huhh
I pour on the soda, mhmm
I might get Her pregnant, mhmm
She'll buy me a daughter, uh

You better get moving, dawgg
You better get real, mhmm
Indab' isukil', mhmm
Back up from my grill, mhmm

You ballin' to kill, uh
I came with the skill, uh
Just here for the ho-ho-ho-ho...

— Chorus —

Holy manzi
Holy manzi, yhooo
Holy manzi
Uh, holy water dawgg

Hay', holy manzi, ye-ye
Holy manzi, ya-ya
Holy manzi
Hay', holy manzi

— Post-chorus —

Thixo nd'namadinga
I think need me some money, please
Hay', holy manzi

Thixo nd'namadinga
I think need me some money, please
Holy manzi
Hay', holy manzi

— Bridge —

Hay', holy manzi, ye-ye
Holy, mhmm, holy, hay'
Holy manzi, ye-ye
Holy manzi, ye-ye
Holy, mhmm, holy, hay'
Holy manzi, ye-ye
Holy, mhmm, holy, hay'
Holy manzi, ye

— Verse 2: Mlamli —

Nank' uTa Mlamli
Tata wabantwana, I be sonning niggaz, dawgg
Fak' imali uzobona 
Bhathala ndim noShaun Klizzy
Phek' umlilo ungaphazamisi, please

Otherwise 
No compromise 
This is Smack down, Raw dope for you  scrutinize
I found this next at to the recipe to turn water wine
Jitas jik' iwrists
Phum' isonka kwamtye 
'Bantu mabatye

— Bridge —

Hay', holy manzi, ye-ye
Holy, mhmm, holy, hay'
Holy manzi, ye-ye
Holy manzi, ye-ye
Holy, mhmm, holy, hay'
Holy manzi, ye-ye
Holy, mhmm, holy, hay'
Holy manzi, ye

— Chorus —

Holy manzi
Holy manzi, yhooo
Holy manzi
Uh, holy water dawgg

Hay', holy manzi, ye-ye
Holy manzi, ya-ya
Holy manzi
Hay', holy manzi

— Post-chorus —

Thixo nd'namadinga
I think need me some money, please
Hay', holy manzi

Thixo nd'namadinga
I think need me some money, please
Holy manzi
Hay', holy manzi

Holy Manzi

“XXI”
Written and produced by Shaun Klaas.

— Chorus —

It's like you knew me back then
Like you've seen me before
Am I not from this Earth?
Don't you open that door

Reflection, tell me what you have in store
Should I go for it?
Should I wait a little more?

It's like you knew me back then
Like you've seen me before
Am I not from this Earth?
Don't you open that door

Reflection, tell me what you have in store
Should I go for it?
Should I wait a little more?

— Post-chorus —

Talk like you know, know
Talk like you know it, boy
Talk like you know, know
Talk like you know it, boy
Talk like you know, know
Talk like you know it, boy
Talk like you know, know
Talk like you know it

— Bridge —

I'mma make it out
I'mma make it out
I'mma make it out
Father, i'mma make it out

I'mma make it out
I'mma make it out
Father, father...
Father God, I hope I make it out

— Verse —

It's like you knew me back then, but not anymore
Way too indecisive, don't know you no more
Whatchu got in store?

I got no ammo but them niggas still declaring war
Gatekeepers out here talking like they open doors.
Can't lie, yeah
I wouldn't die for you, dawgg
Can't lie

At least I try for you
Got some niggas that ride for you
Southern fried homicide for you
Momma's life on the line for you

Don't act like you didn't know that shit
Goin' out, I like it when nobody notice shit
My vocal on this beat, I'm sure they notice this
Devil whispered “Here, let me show you this”
And sure enough I found some bliss
And so from here we co-exist

Still ain't stepping out
And sure enough they doubt
But Dracula got a plan for you, we gonn' sort it out
Guaranteed that your blessings coming in big amounts
State of mind a bit weary
I feel like...

— Chorus —

It's like you knew me back then
Like you've seen me before
Am I not from this Earth?
Don't you open that door

Reflection, tell me what you have in store
Should I go for it?
Should I wait a little more?

It's like you knew me back then
Like you've seen me before
Am I not from this Earth?
Don't you open that door, yeah

Reflection, tell me what you have in store
Should I go for it?
Should I wait a little more?

— Post-chorus —

Talk like you know, know
Talk like you know it, boy
Talk like you know, know
Talk like you know it, boy
Talk like you know, know
Talk like you know it, boy
Talk like you know, know
Talk like you know it

— Bridge —

I'mma make it out
I'mma make it out
I'mma make it out
Father, i'mma make it out

I'mma make it out
I'mma make it out
Father, father...
Father God, I hope I make it out

— Post-chorus —

(Talk like you know it, dawgg)
Talk like you know, know 
Talk like you know it, boy

(Talk like you...)
Talk like you know, know 
Talk like you know it, boy

(Talk like you know it, dawgg)
Talk like you know, know
Talk like you know it, boy

(Talk like you...)
Talk like you know, know
Talk like you know it
(Talk...)
— Bridge —

I'mma make it out
I'mma make it out
I'mma make it out
Father, i'mma make it out

I'mma make it out
I'mma make it out
Father, father...
Father God, I hope I make it out

“I, Sanity.”
Written and produced by Shaun Klaas.

— Chant —

Don't you open that door
Should I go for it? Should I wait a little more?

Talk like you know, know
Talk like you know it, boy
Talk like you know, know
Talk like you know it, boy
Talk like you know, know
Talk like you know it, boy
Talk like you know, know
Talk like you...

Talk like you know, know
Talk like you know it, boy
Talk like you know, know
Talk like you know it, boy
Talk like you know, know
Talk like you know it, boy
Talk like you know, know
Talk like you...

Don't you open that door
Should I go for it? Should I wait a little more?

I, Sanity.

“Aria's Pocket”
Written and produced by Shaun Klaas.

— Verse —

First step they'll try to hold you down
Yeah
Shit goes... but comes back around
See, I get the last laugh but I'm not a clown
This ain't a kid's party, this isn't child's play
This isn't me getting bored and trynna pass my day

This is real life, nigga, I question my faith
Like... what the hell is a cross?
is my death worth living for? and if so, what's the cost?
Is it life itself?
If it is that explains all the suffering I felt

Threw my coins in a wishing well, get a magnet I need 'em back
Tell me what I gotta do to get a stadium packed
Stop asking and do it, mhmm
That's the only way my niggas get through it

Words mean a lot but I never speak
I'm a distant freak
Hard to reach
You're lucky if you even get to see me once a week
Even luckier if I pull through to visit

Big fear; stagnation, so I stick to the vision
Anxiety a big part of my description but...
Music my only prescription, slipping and falling victim
to all the foolery, mischief, and some relentless decisions, yeah

You know, this shit is wicked
I should've listened

'Cause peers tell me to live more
Stressing like “destiny, whatchu lookin' at me for?”
Up and down wondering if I really should see more
This life is a seesaw, I see sores opening up and healing
Man, these walls stay listening

Ain't the purest, but my soul stay glistening, uh
Brother ain't dead, but I'm missin' him
Missing links I don't even try seeing relatives
“What's your name again?”
Bitch, I know you remember it, uh

But this is game we're playing and I get it even though I don't
Pretty sure you wouldn't be surprised if I grabbed a rope
That's how much you know
Turn around and go, see you at your funeral

I don't even think about the past when it's time to go
So let me go have a little fun with hope
Chances always passing like that neighbour you don't really know

In conclusion I don't care no more
'Cause if you really love me there's a lot to show
But you never show... so go


Aria's Pocket

“Nights In The Sun”
Produced by Shaun Klaas.

Nights In The Sun

“Match Box”
Written and produced by Siseko Shaun Klaas

—

Yeah.
Bas'bona s'nyuka singene s'rhubuliza.
Asking when and how s'fun' intsusa.
Cold heart, clear the air sus' ivumba.
Do your thing tyhal' is'fuba.

I'll pass by like litter paper umoy' uvuthuza.
Welcome to the city...
The vision is clear, the wind couldn't hinder me blinking.
Boys acting like they were thinking.

Pass the joint to whoever's fiending to battle some demons.
Rent free in that boys heads not my living agreement.

I know what you see when you're dreaming.
I was handling raps, both ways, the stories scenic.
Be it more or less splendid.
Had niggas kissing fingertips, the sauce is too appealing, yeah.

Seko siph' is'milo, you've been sitting for a minute.
Flow heavy enough to sip it.
I got a tight grip, like I'm sentimental with it.

Show me the ropes so I can skip 'em.
Show me the line so I can cross it.

Pass me the lighter I'mma torch this whole shit up.
Think you know that this could be enormous.
Rhyming's pretty gorgeous.
You're a fraud, like iron, you forge it.

I'm filling up gaps.
Dracula is here for your torment with special garments.
Hamba, tyibilika...
USeko xa etica, uzo'need i'plumber.

Pass rapper's names 'ngathi nd'delete inumber.
Had it when I landed but it's bigger, and I'm getting younger.
Stupid, dumber.
Gcwala, if ugcwele...
Uzo'phuphumala.
S'khule s'khaba amatye.

When I kick it with the greats, abakwaz' udlala.
Z'thand' uz'dala zihleli z'khukhumala.
Trynna have the number two.
But I'm on some other shit.

Beat nday'hlamba like a few pyjamas...
Since you're with the slumber.
Township baby... nd'lala nd'nxib' i'slumber.
Scene like ingonyam' ibamb' inyamakazi.

Spit like rottweiler slobber.
Fish out of water, abakwaz' und'loba.

Rhontshi dweller...
Green fly landed on your lip, your face says it all.

I'm too disgusting with it.

Match Box

“4it”
Produced and written by Siseko Shaun Klaas.

—

Okay. Sho, mf'ethu.
What's the memo to this life of yours?
Energetic invitations, make the party kind of tricky.
I make moves doubting my spirits making them with me.
Ndand'thandabuza, nd'thand' uk'buza are you with me.
My evolution is different so inquisitions I make are misinterpreted as witty.

But why fight, I'd rather have you connect with me.
The dots are scattered, these dalmatians don't have a pack.
I doubt you'll agree with me.
The broken/dotted line is often a sign, try move swiftly.

Take a ride with me.
To the parts of me shattered in pieces...
Life experiments conducted and I'm yet to have a thesis on 'em.

The more I live the more I see that I'm the demon.
And all external definitions lose their meaning.
It doesn't matter how fancy the box you'll sleep in is...
We all rot at the gates of death, leave your costume behind, you won't need it.

I've learned so much indulging in this life of lack.
If I could go back, I would...
But what is there more to gain, than pain of seeing my grandma in pain pipe in her veins.
Sometimes I despise my brain.
These memories play like tapes.

They tell me hold on, I'm used to it, now I drape.
The gratitude I have for my life is the new escape.
Give thanks for the newest grace.
Nuanced to a different taste.
It's like they stay recording, obsessed with the newest take.

It's either I use or waste, realised being in the middle was a mistake.
One I was willing to make...
Afraid of letting the cookie crumble.
But I knead the dough...
And now I have do-overs on whole cakes.

What's your story?
I know it sounds like I have a lot to say.
But everything expressed is based on my observations.
Honesty is key to unlocking your heaven's gates.
For the longest it was like my skull was made of metal plates.
Regurgitated the poison expecting to get some grapes.

The water was devine, but I think the wine was laced.
The medicine was mine it splattered all on my face.
And met the tip of my tongue, my karma was set in place.

This is not a song, it's a ritual.
Far from the usual.
A big relief to something personal only you would know.
I had to dig deep for this funeral.

Now it's like I stand alone at a urinal.

MATTERS OF THE ART

NEVER ENDING

C.W.M.

COMPASS

"autumn might love us."

city's listening, they act like they ain't heard a thing.
oh, it's patience i guess.
sick with it i'm no patient but i'll wait for the antidote
since the game is a mess.
look at myself in the mirror like "what can i invest in a dream?"

...or so it seems.
same ruler but it's different measures.
right or wrong doesn't matter when you're ambidextrous.
ain't connected but somehow i hope you get the message.

keep my conscience clean, never try to count my blessings.
always passing but we're never tested.

pause...
i hope you never fall.
would you answer if i made a call?
your silence is loud enough for me to hear
your answer over some voices.
love life without the guns involved.

let's be honest... god don't love us all.
always on the ground so we never fall.

"autumn might love us." (prod. Saantsi)

Above all. (prod. shaunklaas)

[Verse]

first time, i tried to put my heart on the line.
ironic how i was left out hanging to dry.
pure intentions only had me thinking of demise.
my demise, devise a plan on committing suicide.
back then i used to think that god was on my side.

i was overreacting, the heart is fragile at times.
this time, i'd like to think a nigga's becoming wise.
road to riches is narrow they claim that it's open wide.

what it cost to be the boss? me flexing
and claiming sauce.
sleep could never make up for all the
dreams that i bought.
the few niggas i argue with are really my bros.
niggas say their friends just because they never fought.

wait... few things that i gotta address it's hard.
women say they love me, i'm starting to think i'm soft.
been like this since 2015 i know that i'm wrong.
few women gonna get touched when they hear this song.

crack a joke and y'all think i'm opening up my heart.
never been a player i know i look like a fraud.
honesty and humor make up for a great loss, but
again... we never met, i got tired of playing lost.
never been the person who brushes some people off.
i'm stressing, honestly i'm just venting, i'll keep it short.

i'm struck by a few but not enough to fall in love.
dodged a bullet told myself that i'm never getting involved.

apologies if you ever feel like i led you on.
i'd understand if you wish you never met me at all.
won't swear i'm different i got a bigger purpose on this
earth than showing a few women i'm good and proving them wrong.

we pessimistic, life goes on.
good times we seem to miss 'em.

all i ever think about is family and getting richer.
but prior to me making this song.
it's really sad, but i find it funny how i'm attached to
everything that's little.
shell, hard as hell. nowadays i'm feeling brittle.
mid life crisis but i'm 20 this shit's a riddle.
i'm cold, i'm tired, running in circles, stuck in the middle...
of nowhere.
man i'd rather not go there.
know you might get offended.
i cut ties with some people still wish that it never ended.
i'd rather be alone than show love... and still be pretending.
family stressing asking when is this shit gonn' be ending.
what's the message i'm sending?

ohh, man it's awkward.
things lose meaning, grow apart, we're barely talking.
used to see my neighbour now and then, now
we meet often.

bonds break only for the better... who am i tossing?
maybe for the worse, above all... i see some coffins.
peers are really stressing and dying, i see the losses.

used to be a therapist for most, but i grew toxic.

pressures of being a young man and being an artist.
or asshole, think i'm stuck in a manhole... shit is garbage.
deep in my feelings i spark a blunt and then get to coughing.
flaws in my image, some day i'll get to flossing.
if flowers die colourful, i'll smile 'til i hit the coffin.
"pretty expires, beauty remains" is another topic.

jeah!
hope i never fall.
or lose passion.
that's all.

Above all. (Unmastered)

ohh, my red toyota. (prod. shaunklaas)

— Chorus —

call me. don't put me on hold.
passenger side i might turn off my phone.
but this is the life that i chose.

this is the life that i know.
this be the side that i show.
... but then again, i don't need love anymore.

i'm better off on my own.
hearts never break on their own.

call me. don't put me on hold.
passenger side i might turn off my phone.
but this is the life that i chose.

this is the life that i know.
this be the side that i show.
... but then again, i don't need love anymore.

i'm better off on my own.
hearts never break on their own.

— Verse —

you better pay what you owe.
universe listening, i love my life, i think i might be better on road.
sit in the car, on my own, i'm a loner it feels like a long way from home.

still find my peace in a bottle of mayo, in silence i find what i need...
frankly i find what i want.

you stressing over cologne.
you stressing over some bone.
challenges of being twenty years old.

challenges of having rappers as friends.
hope i never sleep outside when it's cold.

can't turn my back on my niggas these women are fishy.
bro, they can swim on their own.

board on a boat, it's a trip, i'm too wavy, find confidence when i'm alone.
i don't do visits no more, hit up my niggas... record and go home.

i know when you see me you act like a nerd... but really, this shit is for show.

i try to stay in my zone.
i stay away from my phone.
i don't know me anymore.

— Chorus —

call me. don't put me on hold.
passenger side i might turn off my phone.
but this is the life that i chose.

this is the life that i know.
this be the side that i show.
... but then again, i don't need love anymore.

i'm better off on my own.
hearts never break on their own.

call me. don't put me on hold.
passenger side i might turn off my phone.
but this is the life that i chose.

this is the life that i know.
this be the side that i show.
... but then again, i don't need love anymore.

i'm better off on my own.
hearts never break on their own.

ohh, my red toyota.

PROJECT 001.

— verse one: SLVEY —

always got connections if you need addresses.
i make sure the future brighter than my present.
we the ones who never sleep but the calling us dreamers.
don't fight the feeling that might get you defeated.
feeding the greedy well they eating
beneath me so It ain't no Biggie.
tun the city like a cheetah.
our standard compared to them never been equal.
it's always been Swiinta season at the pinnacle.

better look alive when you this side.
running outta luck i see you
now you wanna get mine.
pull up wearing kicks looking
like i'm on a reptiles.
flow got your ears feeling like
you getting baptized.

you throwing shade im going for a headshot

— bridge —

armadillo! i don't need you when it's cold!
when it's cold!
when it's cold!

DIE... DIE.
DIE FOR BEAUTY LIKE WE COVER VOGUE!

— verse two: Shaun Klaas —

shit is on top of the shelf!
keep it accustomed to self.
no, she in love with a cheque.

genie-out-the-bottle flex!
bitch you know what's next.
don't you hold your breath.
you know my address.

half the time i dream mercedes.
half the time i time what's next, i check it.
uchidechi reckless.
keep my niggas close, it's law...
you never know who's been arrested.

bite on my chicken i'm out.
no percocet when i'm out.
she hit me up when it's south.
terms and conditions, i hit then i'm out.

i let her puff on my cloud.
nahh, i ain't chasing no clout.
i gotta speak so you know what i'm 'bout.
stand in my way so you know what's the cost.

average nigga you're sour.
die while you chasing this power.
tell me you know what i'm...

— outro —

eyes wide open, look in to them, then you'll know!!
i'm stuck in the past to my surprise, i can't let go!

shit is weak, seven days i'm on a roll.

armadillo! i don't need you when it's cold!
when it's cold!
when it's cold!

we might die for beauty like we're trynna cover vogue!
DIE FOR BEAUTY LIKE WE COVER VOGUE!



PROJECT 001 (feat. SLVEY) [prod. shaunklaas.]

ohh, my blue honda. (Interlude) [prod. shaunklaas]

go... far away from me. i know.
you don't need peace anymore.
friendly but still you're a foe. foe. ohh.
no, i don't accept your apology.
insurance don't have a policy.
told my myself i'm just a prodigy, shit is inside of me.

I KNOW A DIFFERENT SIDE.
WE CAME UNITED YOU'D RATHER DIVIDE.

I ONLY KNOW WHAT I SEE WITH MY EYES.
IT'S NOT IN THE SKY.

YOU SEE WHAT YOU WANT I KNOW I MIGHT.
TURN INTO A FREAK, I LOST MY MIND.

go... far away from me. i know.
you don't need peace anymore.
friendly but still you're a foe. foe. ohh.
no, i don't accept your apology.
insurance don't have a policy.
told my myself i'm just a prodigy, shit is inside of me.

I KNOW A DIFFERENT SIDE.
WE CAME UNITED YOU'D RATHER DIVIDE.

I ONLY KNOW WHAT I SEE WITH MY EYES.
IT'S NOT IN THE SKY.

YOU SEE WHAT YOU WANT I KNOW I MIGHT.
TURN INTO A FREAK, I LOST MY MIND.

ohh, my blue honda. (Interlude)

By The Time You Hear This

[verse one]

by the time you hear this you done called me back.
yeah.
what am i saying? you know my name by heart but don't have courage to say it.

throw shade or whatever you call it.
life on the line and you crossed it.
keep my small head above water.
i do not ride on your wave.
you... bought a lie.
now you're outchea selling these dreams.

what's your reason to hate...?
we can't even see eye to eye with your stupid ass shades.
stagnant, your songs are the same.

nothing i fear in the game.
i'm outchea keeping my lane clean, you dirty ass snakes.
yeah.

i can't relate.
won't debate on who's better 'cause if i'm better than myself then it's settled.
tssss, here's your medal.

can't get sentimental.
i know life ain't worth a rental.
pessimistic is that a noose or a halo.
life is messing with my mental.
mirrors start to look like windows.
smiling is a different lingo.
would survive without a question.

i'm here to win.
only "L" i'm taking is a Lambo or Lexus in to the crib.
only time will show me how it is.
spit a verse or you throw a fit.
fake niggas, counterfeit.
not enough space for the fakes, hope the count will fit.
swiinta work in silence, keep it private we're still pocket rich.
niggas been picking pockets ever since.

i mean... niggas been mocking us now we're the shhh...

keep it quiet.
they don't wanna hear us coming.
they don't wanna see us gunning.
they don't wanna see us running... game.

you niggas lame... nothing.
sugar cane, stunting, fronting...
toilet paper gangster... tssss.

fuck it... hear me rap and it hurts.
i'm all up in my bag, but you got your hand in a purse.
is this a song or a verse?
i'm just talking my worst.
get my ex to solve the problem pun intended i don't mind being first.
blow your brain so the mind comes first.
wait...
i got a minute.
blow some racks i gotta whip...i need my windows tinted.
cream the only thing i'm whipping.
slavery's my gimmick.
man i see your niggas grimace.
i ain't grimace but the grill is...
open for you niggas 
trigger finger itching.
beats up in the kitchen.

whatchu wishing for, some digits?
keep it low you only see me when i'm posting snippets.
by the time you hear this i done found my pack of riches.
gone.

(who the hell said I got to like you?)

[beat switch: verse two]

shout out to destiny.
life is what it's meant to be.
cardiac arresting me.
i knew i was someone soon as i heard Ill Com making beats.
that man doesn't take defeat.
i'd fumble, he handled me.

nobody can take his seat.
still remember fighting for studio time but now we're fighting for power, ironically.
your friends are quick to expire like chips over night, i see.

this life wasn't wasn't meant for me.
don't bite on my apple seed.
quick to grow like they needed me.

you don't take advantage...
you get taken advantage of.
it's hood mythology, basic principles where I'm from.
that's why i'm good at lying.
that's why i'm bad at trying.
used to smoke for acceptance - that's why i'm good at hiding.

only tell the truth if you're ready for the world to hate you.
the best medicine will always leave people distasteful.
needed support but all you ever gave me was a thank you.

like you were never proud.
you never held me down.

[outro]

so watch me flourish.
i want life but it seems my soul belongs in a furnace.
call me ash when I'm burning.
call me ash when I'm burning.
ALL THIS PAIN I DESERVE IT.
IF IT'S LOVE THEN I SERVE IT.

facade. - EP

By The Time You Hear This (prod. King Com)

THRILLERRR (feat. King Com & Mlamli)

[hook: Shaun Klaas]

who lit up my chalice!?
flow gonn' leave you breathless.
tick shit off my checklist.
tick shit off my checklist, yeah.

please don't hop my wave.
guess who runs the rave.
finna hop on stage.
JUMP! JUMP! JUMP! JUMP! JUMP!

hunnid bands.
stack the racks, get the cash.
feed the fam, nigga!!
killer man, thriller dance.
stack the racks, nigga!!

killer man, feed the fam, nigga!!
thriller dance, thriller dance, nigga!!

[verse one: Shaun Klaas]

killer dance.
way too wreckless.
call the gang.

where's the fam, nigga?!?
up, and that's a pass.

killer cam... nigga!!!
pose to feed the fam.

who's a stan, nigga?!?
why you fake, nigga?!?

hit me up like Joseph.
flower bed my roses.
faucet drip my flow is... cocaine on noses.
marijuana, roll it.

dammit, where's my focus?
shred whatever fits and soak it.
soap it like my niggas own it. 

all this opium, i own it.
cop my window tint.
plastic on my wrist.

you just dream 'bout finer things.
and we record the finest thing.
ohh mine, it's a sour thing!
go back to your sour beans.
go back to my diamond rings.
damn it... yeah.

[interlude: Shaun Klaas]

damn it! yeah...
damn it! yeah...
(hahaa!!)

uuuwwww-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!!
we're jumpiiiiing!

okay, let's get it popping.

[hook]

who lit up my chalice!?
flow gonn' leave you breathless.
tick shit off my checklist.
tick shit off my checklist, yeah.

please don't hop my wave.
guess who runs the rave.
finna hop on stage.
JUMP! JUMP! JUMP! JUMP! JUMP!

hunnid bands.
stack the racks, get the cash.
feed the fam, nigga!!
killer man, thriller dance.
stack the racks, nigga!!

killer man, feed the fam, nigga!!
thriller dance, thriller dance, nigga!!

[verse two: King Com]

jumpman! jumpman!
rip the tee when i flex.
you ain't first when i'm next.

hol' up, what's that?
roll up, pass that.
stack it, make it.
grew up poor, we made it.
we're too real, you fake it.

hood nigga get a message on the beat.
what do i do? wreck it!
life, what i do? save it!
water walkers, been that angel! angel! angel!
stack the racks, make it fast.

blessings on blessings on blessings!!
me and Saantsi come from a common place.

[hook (1/2): Shaun Klaas]

who lit up my chalice!?
flow gonn' leave you breathless.
tick shit off my checklist.
tick shit off my checklist, yeah.

please don't hop my wave.
guess who runs the rave.
finna hop on stage.
JUMP! JUMP! JUMP! JUMP! JUMP!

[bridge: King Com]

money dance, yeah!
if i cop a milli i will blow a hundred bands, yeah.
Lubbiton red bottoms i'm swerving
like a pirate, wait... (juuuh!)
please do not hate, yeah. (juuuh!)
drip is insane, yeah. (juuuh!)

ain't no debate. (niggaaa!!)

[hook (2/2): Shaun Klaas]

hunnid bands.
stack the racks, get the cash.
feed the fam, nigga!!
killer man, thriller dance.
stack the racks, nigga!!

killer man, feed the fam, nigga!!
thriller dance, thriller dance, nigga!!

[verse three: Mlamli]

way too smooth i'm butter.
ugly mother fucker...
and i dodge a distraction, focused on the money 
ndingubhuti makwedini ithi Ta Mlamli 
nank' uTa Mlamli phole noShaun noIllCom.
think they're up to something.

uwww!! uwww!!
noba baphila kabhlungu..
checked my phone, tshini tiza.
shawty just sent some nudes
blue tick the bitch, tshini I got work to do 
i need diamonds dancing on my wrist i can't chill.

you gott- a Problem?..
ngqala nqo apha kum.. 
my hunger's stays intact, yeva sagragrama isusu.
tica kushukum’ ibooth bonke ndibarhudise rhuti.
they know i'm the shit.
need an excuse rappers be looking like food and i'mma… eat.

huhh!

[hook: Shaun Klaas]

who lit up my chalice!?
flow gonn' leave you breathless.
tick shit off my checklist.
tick shit off my checklist, yeah.

please don't hop my wave.
guess who runs the rave.
finna hop on stage.
JUMP! JUMP! JUMP! JUMP! JUMP!

hunnid bands.
stack the racks, get the cash.
feed the fam, nigga!!
killer man, thriller dance.
stack the racks, nigga!!

killer man, feed the fam, nigga!!
thriller dance, thriller dance, nigga!!


THRILLERRR (feat. King Com & Mlamli) (prod. Godson)

Psychedelic

[hook]

your bar low but you're playing the game.
jeah. 
whatchu reaching for?
jeah.
i'm a minotaur.
jeah, jeah.
whatchu feening for?
psychedelic, jeah.
got high off rice.

i need many more. (×3)

psychedelics how i play with the brain. wait.
i need many more.
i need many more
whatchu feening for?
psychedelic, jeah.
love it at your risk.
whatchu reaching for?
whatchu reaching for?
i need many more.

[verse one]

dry leaves on the ground.
they sound like ice in a glass.
they sound like ice in a glass.
i do not move when I dance.
i need my soul in advance.
i put your hoe in a trance.

you cannot make no demands.
i see them drugs in your hand.

aaahh... haaaah!! haaaah!! haaaah!!

cut it. what's at stake?
mans flow too well, turn a Van Damme to a Bus Lake.

night time flex colour coded, i'mma need about ten shades.
she put molly in my sprite, damn it, i'm about to see ten faces.

got me moving at a slow pace.
when i come through they can't save you.
SWIINTA CAME TO GRAB THE WHOLE RAVE.
came through to get the damn paper.
i need paper cuts with no pages.
i need presidential no favours.
GOT  AN ACE UP MY LONG SLEEVE.
BUT I KEEP A DAMN DANK FACE.

came from up far.
father figure oughtta raise the bar.
father figured SHAUN is just a star.
mannerism faded into limbo.
it's a different lingo when we're on.
need limo when i hit the spa.
baby-face bobby in the jar.
so i call it "holy matrimony".

[hook]

your bar low but you're playing the game.
jeah. 
whatchu reaching for?
jeah.
i'm a minotaur.
jeah, jeah.
whatchu feening for?
psychedelic, jeah.
got high off rice.

i need many more. (×3)

psychedelics how i play with the brain. wait.
i need many more.
i need many more
whatchu feening for?
psychedelic, jeah.
love it at your risk.
whatchu reaching for?
whatchu reaching for?
i need many more.

[verse two]

i took a shot to the chest.
skin on my wrist when i flex. 
i do not talk to a pest.
i keep my X on the tongue.
only hit it with protects.
call me ant, i'm well connected.
SWIINTA HITTAS ON TO BRETHREN.
shout out to PC and X.

hell's kitchen i've been cooking.
please do not touch on my sauce!
spent all me pennies on JAH.
she see the meat i'm like YAH!
i keep the fucks to myself.
you put your faith in a god.
i put the faith in the car.
step on the gas when i wannnt!!

metro, baby.
psychedelics in my hands. Wait.
whatchu mean i got the band fake?
tinted windows with the "SWIINTA" plates.

way too... wavy.
need this type of shit up in flight.
twenty twenty grams how she see it.
she might cop a dyke for the night.

now she finna see the night lights.
score check, cash split like MIKE.
centrefolds, rubber bands, i like.
cheerio, colour scheme, my type.
blurry vision, there goes my sight.
finna hold figures, figured mines bright.
future if you're wondering.

nice try, buddy, but i'm thundering.

[hook]

your bar low but you're playing the game.
jeah.
whatchu reaching for?
jeah.
i'm a minotaur.
jeah, jeah.
whatchu feening for?
psychedelic, jeah.
got high off rice.

i need many more. (×3)

psychedelics how i play with the brain. wait.
i need many more.
i need many more
whatchu feening for?
psychedelic, jeah.
love it at your risk.
whatchu reaching for?
whatchu reaching for?
i need many more.

Psychedelic (prod. Godson)

Keep It Basic

[King Com (skit)]

ladies and gentlemen!
i am proud to present to you...
the king... the dracula!
SHAUN KLAAS!!

— verse one —

let's keep it basic for the chancers.
came through just to shit on the game...
and then we change it like some pampers.
no offence to all my peers. but none of y'all are
coming near to the man.
let's go pen for pen like we're chief markers...
finna hand you all your answers.

gold grill? why you lying?
it's brass.

my nigga i know where you at, you're acting.
bravo, these grammies are at ya'.
bad broad, she as thick as a cactus.
she wants me to grab on her bait like a master.
flew over your head like a halo.
i'm joking, then fade all you niggas like barbers...
i hope you all get where i'm headed.
the darkest and greenest of pastures.

i'm opulent, gate crashing while you wait
for your passes.

let's keep it basic the whip be suspended.
the cash... you get it, you get it, you spend it.
i keep it basic, it's simple.
i wrote this while buying my biscuit with coins
at the vendor.
okay, i exaggerate, clearly. it's life, i commends that
you follow a rapper.

i feel like i'm an opium package.
it's funny i manage.
i fathom that rappers who rap about rappers not rapping
are nothing but gang fish.

let 'em keep thinking that they're savage.
wouldn't mind a nigga living lavish.
only chase the cash if you're a catfish.
you're that nigga calling out your foes?

from now on i know you as a bad bitch. 

[King Com (skit)]

don't get tired now, mf'ethu. don't get tired now.
just one more left hook... and one more left hook.

hay' come on mf'ethu!! moera lekaka joe!

we came here to win dawgg, Swiinta doesn't take
any losses. now let's gooo!!!

— verse two —

i just hope i make it past thirty seven.
rap about nasty shit, please don't assume that i'm evil.
i am no villain, but shout out to villains my avenue cold.
you can stay hating i came for your soul.

been contemplating this mayhem, afraid i'm sincere
as a major.

i dig 'em like hoes.
bury your ass and i shit on your flowers and make
the undertaker sniff on your rose.

smoke alone, that's a private jet.
contemplate on death.
gun pop a nigga like a percocet.
when i serve the set. when i serve the set.
came for the jugular gotta stay focused.
dracula nigga you're doing 'em so, filthy.
you're dirty, and nerdy, a slithering snake in a
furnace.
i think it'd be better for no one to know.

you ought to try and not drown in my flow.
i'm synonymous with poets on coke.
shit is awkward nigga, seemingly so.
i'm a foe.

they're taking shots and i pose.
they think they're better 'cause i have been quiet,
they know.
i came to slaughter, aligning their heads in order.
i'm border line crazy, them niggas don't phase me.
i've seen a 360° before.
all you ever do is talk about clones.
all you ever do is talk about flows.
all you ever do is lose your respect.

i break your neck like a code.
i'm no veteran.
SHAUN, damn it! take is slow.
fire on it like a match.
keep it coming for the mans...
and keep it basic for the bros. 

Keep It Basic (prod. King Com)

Tomorrow's Dim

[verse one]

cut the limb off for the team to live.
youngin' stunting like i really got a fuck to give.
tried to tell my momma slow down on the sedatives.
only feel depressed when i'm around my relatives.
aye!

better days ought to turn to better hours.
i see better days whenever mans is feeling sour.
all we want is power.
all we snort is powder.
i need elevating. zero how do without us.

pity nigga stop, put the mary in my socks.
finna mix it like i jock, you can't tell me stop.
47 pants size, seven metre guap. 
Lisa gotta pray she make it out the block.

i see women it's ironic how the smoking rocks.
i see niggas it's ironic how they're wearing rocks.
timid, how i millie rock.
go on, tell billy stop.
in it just to win it.
intuition never really flopped.

birds out the cage how i fathom it.
feet flicking lighter than a feather man.
diary filled with my memories as a better man.
reminiscing to way back when i was a better man.

damn!!

[hook]

but tomorrow's dim.
tried to tell mom that i need her then.
first you make the promise, then you make amends.

then you make amends.

but tomorrow's dim.
said i would leave, didn't tell her when.
sunshine cutting through my tinted skin.

but tomorrow's dim.

[bridge]

now i know the truth.
only feel free when i lock the booth.
hardcore villain gotta make it out the city, just to feed a damn dream, i'm the living proof.

[verse two]

i'm the live proof. aye! 
cannot wear a suit. aye!
fuck the game up. fifty shades of Karma Sutra! aye!
automatic whip i tell 'em put the car on neutral. aye!
city sleeping, i've been ringing , now you outchea snoozing. aye!

now you outchea snoozing. aye!
see the vision lucid! aye!
told you i can kill but i don't feel the need to prove it. aye!
feel the need to prove it.
water walker moving.
turn my life into a dream, and then into a movie.

why your mans a groupie?
your man wish he knew me.
too mysterious, can't go outside without a hoodie.
all this drip, i'm still surprised i ain't electrocuted.

i need my success and so i'm headed to it.
if you're listening i'm halfway there i'm getting to it.
listen better days are coming you just look up to it.
karma listening i really hope she gets you through it.
might not be that great but i'm a great influence.

hit up com or saantsi, lay some vocals to it.
this the type of foolery that has the city moving.
go outside and love the city like i shouldn't do it.
hit the mic and and be yourself, no one beats me to it.

[hook]

but tomorrow's dim.
tried to tell mom that i need her then.
first you make the promise, then you make amends.

then you make amends.

but tomorrow's dim.
said i would leave, didn't tell her when.
sunshine cutting through my tinted skin.

but tomorrow's dim.

[bridge]

now i know the truth.
only feel free when i lock the booth.
hardcore villain gotta make it out the city, just to feed a damn dream, i'm the living proof.

[outro]

i'm the live proof. aye! 
cannot wear a suit. aye!
fuck the game up. fifty shades of cammasutre! aye!
automatic whip i tell 'em put the car on neutral. aye!
city sleeping, i've been ringing , now you outchea snoozing.


 facade. - EP

Tomorrow's Dim (prod. King Com)

Ordinary

[hook]

used to circles but i'm out now.
i know happiness, i'm down now.
damn, my cousin doing drugs now.
wait until my hype dies down.
you don't need my advice now.

seen your nose it was iced out.
mans chose a different route now.

mans chose a different route.
thank gods that you're out.
city, gotta make it out.
city, gotta make it out.

everything going south.

city, gotta make it out.
city, gotta make it out.

[verse one]

the heart is willing to go now.
arsenic how it goes down.
selling poison be the flow now.
the art, the thrill of often not being noticed, how we die down.

swallow bleach and let me die now.
stepping on a land mine now.
know the land ain't mine now.
see the devil wears a white gown.

i've seen the peak...
and peeked, and saw something i don't like.
let's die now.

i'mma make it with the lights out.
squad with me did it for the city, catch a fit... they don't show love now.
bop your head, pass by, you don't really listen you just love the sound now.

finna thank you for your time.
nice try, face palm wipe the smile off your face.
everything is going down south.
happy for a few minutes, then i take off the mask... see the skull now.

i don't even make attempts to speak.
value silence, it's a really nice sound.

used to circles but i'm out now.

[hook]

used to circles but i'm out now.
i know happiness, i'm down now.
damn, my cousin doing drugs now.
wait until my hype dies down.
you don't need my advice now.

seen your nose it was iced out.
mans chose a different route now.

mans chose a different route.
thank gods that you're out.
city, gotta make it out.
city, gotta make it out.

everything going south.

city, gotta make it out.
city, gotta make it out.

[verse two]

i don't wanna be a boss.
all we think about is sauce.
never think about the cost, the sacrifices and the loss.
the blood, the sweat, the piece of my mind i put in to end up exhausted.

pro'lly keep my head down.
see the visions of a coffin.
"was he living as a baller?"
all my friends are really orphans.
i don't even see 'em often.

feel like taking some endorphins.
this a curse or is it normal?
i think momma should've warned us.
still remember it was august.
nightmares of an artist.

am i snitching? am i honest?
living life without a harness.
is it karma or my other needy side that's addicted to the darkness.
make a living off pain.
do you cringe, or am i "honoured"?

malice is a white horse.
throw the signal and i'm on it.

[hook]

used to circles but i'm out now.
i know happiness, i'm down now.
damn, my cousin doing drugs now.
wait until my hype dies down.
you don't need my advice now.

seen your nose it was iced out.
mans chose a different route now.

mans chose a different route.
thank gods that you're out.
city, gotta make it out.
city, gotta make it out.

everything going south.

city, gotta make it out.
city, gotta make it out.


Ordinary (prod. King Com)

COM'S INTRO (feat. King Com)

[verse: King Com]

look...
a young man lives, his momma died.
keep on telling Him your pain while you look up
in the sky.
bless my problems and my sins, the holy ghost
lives to die.
momma taught me how to pray, how to take away your
pride.

look...
where i grew up, niggas always get screwed up.
i've never turned blue like a man in black in a suit, cuz
two shots on a nigga who's wearing blue chucks...
they never had no love for a nigga who always stood up, cuz.

when i dropped out of school i had no plan.
and i asked myself, "really? who's gonn' fucking feed the fam?"
i'm gonn' hustle 'til this rap game can make me earn.
i'm gonn' make hits in the stu 'til I let it burn, yeah.

one hunnid boy, i promise i'mma get what's mine.
from the concrete jungle, that's the storyline.

"hello. how you doing?"
look, i'm pretty... really fine.
if you talk about the money, look i'm pretty down.

(skit)

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