Pantsulas in the hood Guluvas in the room, a rendezvous Renditions of the tales that I was told when I was in the hood The township is a concentration camp, we made it out for good But 035 the code until they place my body in the tomb Dickies on my dome, diski jersey, Levi’s jeans or thrifted baggy pants? Calvin Klein for underpants. Uzzi wearing kaffirs never needed guns to take your gems Garments in the bag, they flip it for a pack of ecstasy Fulfilling fantasies with Hennessy, back home siybiz' uQoh Pupils dilated needed shades, he seen the heavens door Pharas took the furniture to feed the cravings, Joshua Doore. Ayo, wake up early morning thanking god for blessing me with another day to breath Feel it in my lungs as I inhale the nicotine Another lazy weekend shay' inhloko with my G's I met a white shawty and she lovin' a kaffir steez Wanted to feel the breeze with me on the side of the beach Outta reach Take my time every season Test my faith you don't know what I believe in **** the race I'm just looking at the marathon The jungle like the Amazon I'm made with body parts of human gods, How could I take a loss? Stay flossed, you know the sauce Amakaffir athanda ukuloba.