Ahem. . .yea its half past 1/sh!t is ths the nite runner that av become/me and them coke heads walkn hand in hand/only difrence is dat i gots the magic wand/yup hands up and wave/oh no is that them armpits that u dint shave/uhuh there goes ur money that u struggled to save/weezy f babys spicy n rich so am told/so hes a fireman so damn cold/but sh!t we bringn back hip hop to them fairy stories you were told/taking it back to two turntables n a mic/when MCs wud get thrown of stage if they dint get the ciph'/endles gold bars intertwind in kicks n snares/while the rest rewrite nu'srey rhymes n lip synch in pairs/n.ggas so far behind we cnt c em in our rearview/but most prob u gon see their ish on pulse review/hear their useles lines up on kiss and top 9 at 9/but it gon tek them another century to create a line lyk mine/talkn al gangstas and undoing the safety lock on them glocks/while they in the studio fondlin they c*cks/knock knock/dont even check your clock/it wasnt a tic toc/that was a click click/thats my lyrical 40 cal. aimed for your head pops/yup ama destroy u before u say aleikum salaam/have u underseige koz my troops b lyk the bush of the sadaam/hehehe wen am i goin to stop/that wil b wen sum1 teks me off the number 1 spot/til then let ur wounds taste a bit of them blood clots/i kam thru every time no matter how many Gspots u got. . .hehehe am sick damn am sick/a lost one without you /not you, yes you/that lady next to the other lady dresd in blue/haiya wacha nilale lakini mkumbuke ni nani ana finga kwenye trigga/ni wewe ama ni delamere/kama si wewe then brotha beware/coz u may be turned to hardware/and get buried 6 feet under there/na umesota kama wathi wa KGB/na hauna hata VIP/wa kukam akushow eti RIP. . .kwisha!
Son, Im the sixth dimension/got you seein ma shadow with ultra vision/times up u better get some space between me and you/even dreamin of me comes in pay-per-view/so what will me and you eye to eye do to you/spray paintin you brain harsh lyrical graffiti/give you a ten minute head start n we still wont be 50-50/you cant fit in my shoes son, they come in pairs/look at you hippidy hopping like its a game of musical chairs/you too mentaly broke buy out my IPO/am way up there like a UF0/sumwhere you peeps like to call outer space/a place to wiked to love Brick and Lace/the laws of gravity dont apply to me/im seein things in inverse and upside down/deeper than the underground railroad runnin around your town/black on black burn baby burn/u must think am crazy/but maybe u bin brainwashed to see things all hazy/too smart to ask yoself who are you/democracy gang rape live on the TV screens/serving you shots from Citizen Kane scene after scene/they say the set us free in '63/got the chance to screw us without a CD/now here we r full of STDs/and nameless faceless IDPs/while they ride around in them SUVs/jus chillin iced wit em goldenberg blings/big tings a gwan and now everybody is a sycho fan/t is for the shillings trillion/that vamoosd before we could divide a sec by a million/now thea aint no nickel to pinch from the purse/cycles bringin us back to the curse/on our forefathers/the ones we learn in em history chapters/founding fathers of the nation/wartime heroes of the white domination/anake a 40 and ukoo ya mau mau/so why dint Kenyatta dress them in hawaiian laau/blind church mice jus fuatin nyayu/true we the bona fide pumbavu/i try my best not to curse/coz i knw am not bitter am jus bit/treated lyk some p*ssy with a sawn off cl.t/and the aint no way ama stop this sh!t/my dreams are kinda hazy when i listen to Jay Z/Greatest to ever do it, Dope boys of the year?/i can not, i will not shed one tear/my profanities made less profane if i use them frequently/so f.ck you, f.ck you and f.ck you three/i died before you shot me/am that hidden frame in them Gangster movies/am that line in Godfather 3/N!gga i shoulda kicked your teeth in/uh uh/i thnk am out of lines/nah its April fools and u just another lie/ha! Heaven typing down my future sins/coz rite nw al say something i once seen/me and her so politically exploding/like Osama and Obama hugging/ha! what you get when you mate a circle n square/you get Will in the mix with some kinky hair/Eiensten with his shades repaired/and that aint got sh!t to do wit E= mc squared. . .
The following is one of those rare gems born during a random disscusion yesterday with pals: A cat was prancing about the hood minding most of its only business in the past one month or so - food.Yea the effects of the ODM-PNU nonsense had trickled down to the animal kingdom which ,by some strange reason, were not given the privilege of voting.Shame on KSCPA! A huge percentage of rats had undergone a mass diaspora curtesy of the IDP trucks and sources at catnews.com reported that 78% more rats were dying of assisted suicide than as part of the cats' daily diet.Heck most cats had gone vegeterian anyway eating those leftover curries at Sikh temples. . . So our cat (lets call him Jerry) passes a store room but pauses when his olfactory cells are assaulted by the rather long lost whiff of dried meat.By Jove!Jerry must beat the owner of meat to it.He circumvents round the store and aha there is a passage.An tiny hole-cum-crack on one of the holes.Jerry squeezes whats left of his bony self like a letter to a postbox. The entire store is empty save for the huge chunck of meat.Probably the work of some of the looters who were shouting "Chungwa" endlessly like there was some Holy Orange they were looking for.Strange. . .they had the curtesy to lock the door and windows too. Dear Jerry does not flinch but attacks the nyama with pent up emotion of all the days he spent on an empty stomach.Even if an atomic bomb would go off in the vicinity, post moterm reports would prove that Jerry boy didnt look up for even a second.The blimey cat went through the bones as well lyk a laser beam through paper.Thank God for small mercies. After lickn the floor clean of every meat molecule 6hours later its tym for Jerry to leave. . .as for fate who provided the meal ya atrash (woteva that means)!But wait. . .Dear Jerry has grown so fat even his head cant fit through the hole.Whats to do, whats to do? A day. . .2days. . .3days. . .a week pass n Fat Jerry still cant pass through kashimo.Memories of how happy and free he was as Tiny Jerry flash through his brain.The hunger bites and suffocates.2 weeks.It reaches a point he can literally taste the air.He is yet to register the shock of "kumbe i was that thin!". . .Finally, 3 weeks later, Tiny Jerry emerges from the stinkin depths of the storeroom...hungry, dishevelled and totally f.cked up worse than he was 3 weeks ago when he entered the blimey store. But he has come out a wise cat. .He say "We may have an unsatiable greed to posess the world - money, men,kama sutra positions,women, safaricom shares, votes, power etc etc but our greed is just too great to be contained in the world as it is.The balance of nature will just not allow such a thing.So you better box yourself in or you will soon be trapped by the greatest b.tch of all time - Karma.!"
That is why a President of an African republic bought a limousine ,the only one of its kind, that requires purely good roads and only 8% of all roads are tarmacked.Shame.Where will he ride it? Bokassa adorned his castle with pure gold while the Congolese people scraped through a dollar a day.Shame. Idi Amin drove Ugandas economy to its knees to suffer masive inflation that couldnt be countered by the tonnes of cash he printed.Shame. Some of our leaders rite here posses land the size of Provinces. . .now comes review of the land policy.I bet they are seated so tight they can crack a kolanut with their arseholes right now. Leme not even start about December 30th 2007.Some people will be forever haunted. Steal yes, but dont plunder.This universe cannot afford evil without a degree of shame.So lets balance the two. Happy theiving. . .lets meet at the Anti-Corruption Court chambers to bribe the judge!