Young boy why you fighting all your tears
No void here for you to hide your fears
What's that little sparkle i see?
Out there wonder what it might be
I think there's something in my conscience 
Saw a figure up ahead while on the road
Come now won't you travel with me
I think it's all just one big process
Dark clouds tend to hover my soul
Mind blown, but it's still a part of me

Guess it's all relative 
Tryna see it the other way
Everything's relative
Relative
Energy 
I guess it's all relative 
I give as I take
Everything's relative 
Relative 
Energy 

Young gal why you fighting all your tears
No point tryna hide it if you're scared 
What's that little sparkle I see?
Let go don't you hide yourself from me-
Cuz it's all a cycle of micros and macros
If you wanna see pattern of the whole
Come now and unravel with me
Cuz it's all an unknown of info its mindblowing 
No fear in whatever will unfold 
I know, that it's all a part of me


Guess it's all relative 
Tryna see it the other way
Everything's relative
Relative
Energy 
I guess it's all relative 
I give as I take
Everything's relative 
Relative 
Energy 

Relativity

[lyrics]
Buddha!
Buddha!
Bu-buddha!
Buddha!

Yeah....yeah (buddha!)

I said a yung nigga hazin'
Cuz I been blazin' (buddha!)
When I'm feeling less than amazing
I just keep thankin' momma for savin' me some (buddha!)
And she even named a nigga the (bu-buddha!)

Who the
Fuck you think you is yung (buddha!)
Certified, known to put the herb inside
Lick it on the sticky side, fuck a ciggy gimme my (buddha!)
I said fuck a ciggy gimme my (bu-buddha!)

How I'm feelin'
A nigga movin' silly
I'm always in the back
Of the whip
In my feelings

I'm tryna get no ceilings
My mind on them millys
I'm tryna fuck my bitch
In the back
Of the Bentley

This really how I'm feelin
This really not yo bidness
I'm tryna get my whole damn fam in the building

I'm tired of niggaz trippin'
But my vibe is on a billion
Can't wait to tell my grandma that a yung nigga did it!


But I'm shlumped in the whip, wit my nigga MXMNT
Baby Marv in the crib, rollin' up a yung spliff
Hit hard, when it's lit, lit sparkin' the shit
Bitch parkin' the whip, in Auckland Park, hit the park for a trick

Yuh!

Uh! on Empire w the shits (yuh!)
My crew 2 Live in this bitch (wooo!)
I need some pap in this bitch
Maybe slap w the chips cuz-

A yung nigga hazin'
Cuz I been blazin' (buddha!)
When I'm feeling less than amazing
I just keep thankin' momma for saving me some (buddha!)
And she even named a nigga the (bu-buddha!)

Who the
Fuck you think you is yung (buddha!)
Certified, known to put the herb inside
Lick it on the sticky side, fuck a ciggy gimme my (buddha!)
I said fuck a ciggy gimme my (bu-buddha!)


"Ey brah, skyf zol dawg"
"Nigga, again bruh?"
"Eish mfethu just- ey brah maybe 10 rand, 10 rand dawg"
"Nahh dawg you always asking me brah ("just ten rand worth of your zol dawg")"
"You always asking dawg ahh, ahhhh (ay hol up, hol up my moms calling me, my ma-")
"Buddha!"
"Yeh ma? ("tell her you BROKE, nigga")

buddha! (prod. 2ka)

EXIST (a strange draft)

DIVINE

THE HOPE THAT WON’T DIE

GHOST FIST (feat. VOICEPRINT)

Wrong

SCOOP

Honest Letter
This letter is for me and for you
For a long time I kept My words and voice for only my room walls to witness
But now it's our turn

I've overcome the fear of the unknown
And here's the result.....
This is my honest letter.

Honest Letter [EP]

Loner.

{lyrics} 
{MXMNT}
ok i think i'm tired, more than anything i'm uninspired,
homies roll the doja, spark a forest fire
i don't think i'm wired, for all of this and that i can't conduct a simple chat
this ain't my habitat
i need somebody with an affinity for subtleties to start spending time with me cuz im remiss
and im just floating, thru space and time, and it feels like, im wasting time
so i'll take my time, cuz it's still mine, right?
and im not right, then it's unfortunate
cuz i been spending afternoons in doom en gloom tryna figure out my,
past....life...

{2ka}
let him speak, all his life been labeled a freak
always known normality to not be what is he
so he seeks, alternate realities for peace
where society cannot his eye no. 3
i've never seen, overflowin soul, let it leak
like the dew on the leaves of a green oak tree
woe is me, in the roots of this poetry (tree)
let the poet speak, another drop free from the sea
from the sea i emerge like a corpse to a hearse
not dead, half-alive, cuz i'm whole wit the earth
i'm whole wit this verse that i cast like a curse
cuz i'm conscious how i'm congregating controversial words
but a controversy's worse than the verbs i disperse
i put em to the side just to focus on my worth
to focus on the bag, like aphrodite in a skirt
my soul been golden momma knew before my birth, word.

buddha! (prod. 2ka)

2ka

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