AKA Caiphus Song

Running outta things I could prove myself

Way too busy winning I’ma lose myself

Everyday they gon’ hate on us

Mama said she gon’ pray for us

‘Cause I can’t do it on my own

You’re that girlie, special somebody I know

You beside me turn this house into a home

Give me one good reason why ungenza so

Yoh yoh yoh yoh

Caught up in the matrix

Looking for love in the wrong places

Cava the front page on a Sunday

When they discover our location

Cava the combination

All I need is a little patience

Takes guts to break up, the key to make up is foundation

Talking ’bout real life

When you do the right thing and it still don’t feel right

Set the bar real high

You the broken heart, put your guard up, zero chill time

Why you gotta be’s like this

Every single time I be overseas like this

Broken promises when I leave my crib

But you ain’t got a problem spending the cheese I get

How many break-ups we gon’ have

You even made me a plate

When I pull up at your place to bring your shit back

Even my ex call me a big fan

Give me a time frame I got big plans

But I don’t buy face I buy sick bags

Jetlag and smoke zig zags

Fuck you the right way then play this back

Running outta things I could prove myself

Way too busy winning I’ma lose myself

Everyday they gon’ hate on us

Mama said she gon’ pray for us

‘Cause I can’t do it on my own

You’re that girlie, special somebody I know

You beside me turn this house into a home

Give me one good reason why ungenza so

Yoh yoh yoh yoh

I’m busy praying for a miracle

You was even in my video

See I wanted you for a long time

Couple years later now you’re all mine

Star sign

Don’t give me the cold shoulder like frost-bite

Keep it North side

X6 got four pipes

Golf 6 that’s small fries

They need an angle for their website

But we just living our best life

Gold chains is tangled on my chest like

We show up at the venue if the cheque right

Way too independent for your own good

Maybe that’s the reason we started this season off on the wrong foot

Have to be strong, even your mom would

Recommend reading the Lord’s book

I need 100 percent this is the last push

I just wanna jog your memory

In case you forgot I fought you and me

Paid the cost to follow our hearts’ energies

Now all of a sudden my chick wanna leave

All of our fans is gon’ grieve

All of our haters is gon’ preach

Running outta things I could prove myself

Way too busy winning I’ma lose myself

Everyday they gon’ hate on us

Mama said she gon’ pray for us

‘Cause I can’t do it on my own

You’re that girlie, special somebody I know

You beside me turn this house into a home

Give me one good reason why ungenza so

Yoh yoh yoh yoh

Blue lights in the building

We ain’t no ordinary civilians

You never sided Nyovest even if you North-West like Kanye’s ‘lil one

Way too busy counting up millions

Never gave a fuck about the opinions

God bless you the queen of my kingdom

Undress let me see the Brazillian

Let me teach you to love a real man

You want a boss or an Afro-Beat nigga with a six pack

Pardon me I had to express that

I know baby mama is where the stress at

Tryna be the best dad I respect that

One step forward and two steps back

I could never imagine being a step dad

They say you gotta stay woke

Supa Mega is in the same boat

This is my fault love is blind fold

In a different timezone how do I know

That she won’t try unlock iPhone

You know she’s on fire, Dubai flight mode

Tour guides with pythons we icons

Life’s hard when mega stars collide dawg

Running outta things I could prove myself

Way too busy winning I’ma lose myself

Everyday they gon’ hate on us

Mama said she gon’ pray for us

‘Cause I can’t do it on my own

You’re that girlie, special somebody I know

You beside me turn this house into a home

Give me one good reason why ungenza so

Yoh yoh yoh yoh

AKA Run Jozi

[AKA:]

Started from bottom, was rolling around in that Toyota bakkie

The summer is ours, I’m hungry for power, Gaddafi Gaddafi

You go to the tube and all that you see is Versace Versace

You go to my school, they can’t tell you shit about Chris Hani Chris Hani

This ain’t the land of the free, no propaganda machine

Handle my flag on the screen, then light a candle for ‘Dibs

Then light a candle for ‘Dibs, okay

Smoking the jets, smoke, smoking the jets

Smoking them like cigarettes

Taking it straight to the head

Drinking select

This is the sweetest revenge

[Hook:]

Nkosi sikelela, thina, thina namagenge

Godly, Godly, Run Jozi

I’m holding the crown, my soldiers surround so throw in the towel

We come through the kitchen with owner’s permission, no photo’s allowed

[K.O:]

My flow is so harzadous

Mfanakithi, can’t nobody handle this

I annihilated all my competition so there’s no further challenges

Look, going against the authority ntwana is totally blasphemous

In the city where having no morality is totally fabulous

What’s going on 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’re hoping for happiness

Emhlabeni mel’uz’bheke, it’s crucial

Ubothemb’itshe than uthembe umuntu

They laugh in your face while they planning to shoot you

Bafuna njukuculel’amagugu

Ng’zobamba ngo-left, ngik’bambe ngo-right, mina kleva I’ll hurt you

We outchea living that Eskom life, yeah we in that power circle

See all I ever wanted was a peace of mind to speak my mind the streets are mine

I haven’t even reached my prime, ng’sazokwenza dizzy blind

Ngisazokwenza bsuy blind

Aw mina ngiy’ntsimb’edl’ezinye, redefined

Just read between the lines and when the sparks fly hope you can see the grind

See the grind, yeah

[Hook]

[Bridge – K.O:]

K’dala sibatshela ukuthi k’phethe thina la

Kodwa kungena ngapha kuphuma ngapha

Kungena ngapha kuphuma ngapha, kwenzenjani?

[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 the mission

Like foreign militia, they’re politicians in hot seats

Fuck with the gods, top of the charts, name a level I can’t reach

Better check credentials, Peter Cech protect your temple

Do you want progress or do 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 Gupta gate, no magistrate, just mami’s shake like cold bottles

Bank notes falling, no foreign, no problem

Madiba faces in briefcases like Zim dollars

Say Our father

[Hook]

[Bridge]

[Hook]

AKA How You Like Me Now !/?

[Anatii:]

Mama used to tell me, take your feet off the couch

Now they treat me like I’m the man of the house

Do you got the plug, do you believe in yourself?

Pray I don’t get up if you kick me when I’m down

[AKA:]

Now if I told my story, it’s gon’ take a while

Power and the glory, me and my paper now

I come through the kitchen, that’s that DoggyStyle

Say I’m too ambitious, how you like me now?

[Anatii:]

My shit never sinking, I think out the box

I promise with the pinky, smash it out the park

My mind like Da Vinci, it’s a work of art

A promise never empty, I take that shit to heart

Stopped aiming for the charts, I’m spraying with the Uzi

Beiber, Las Vegas with the shots, pour up another cup

How we raising in the club, this life is complicated

But we made it to the top

I swear, y’all too caught up in the lifestyle

Got the AP with the ice now, can’t negotiate the price down

Mama told me get a nice job, four seasons on the night gown

Bank account will raise your eyebrows

Mama said don’t do drugs, but the loud will knock your lights out

Mama used to tell me, take your feet off the couch

Now they treat me like I’m the man of the house

Do you got the plug, do you believe in yourself?

Pray I don’t get up if you kick me when I’m down

[AKA:]

Now if I told my story, it’s gon’ take a while

Power and the glory, me and my paper now

I come through the kitchen, that’s that DoggyStyle

Say I’m too ambitious, how you like me now?

Everyday I had to sacrifice, on my way to get to paradise

Need a safe for my accolades I ran out of space like a satellite

I remember that Toyota Bakkie, uncle helped me get the engine running

Put me on with some petrol money, get a Sean Jean sweater for me

I ain’t checking for the next dude, I’m too focused on the chess moves

Jewish lawyer in a french suit, send my daughter to the best school

I don’t do it like the rest do, Super Mega to the rescue

Middle finger to the photo credit, y’all too busy looking photogenic

Whatchu know bout Yanga, spend a whole summer in the dungeon?

Busy cooking number one sound, real makoya no Zambuk

Suck a dick if you don’t recognize, all my records stand the test of time

Overseas, I get to cheddar cheese, been a Major Key, like Gemini

Got my eye on the prize, sick and tired of business trying to survive

Ubuntu say we should try to become

But it’s 100K for the flyer design

Follow the sign, swallow your pride

God will provide

This shit is all in your mind

[Anatii:]

Mama used to tell me, take your feet off the couch

Now they treat me like I’m the man of the house

Do you got the plug, do you believe in yourself?

Pray I don’t get up if you kick me when I’m down

[AKA:]

Now if I told my story, it’s gon’ take a while

Power and the glory, me and my paper now

I come through the kitchen, that’s that DoggyStyle

Say I’m too ambitious, how you like me now?

AKA Magriza

[AKA:]

I’m too connected, too well respected

Bitches hanging up all my posters with the prestik

If I do it like I’m supposed to? It’s expected

Please don’t bother me for a photo, but the guest list

Yeses, take it back to the essence

TDK cassette shit, still up with that shit

Oh yeah, I’m talking way back

Way back when English or Vernac was still a question

I’m the one they aim at, we don’t pay the same tax

Don’t stay in the same flats, we ain’t in the building

Rappers in a wack place, niggas got bad taste

Tried to give me handshakes, I don’t ever field them

Champagne give me toothache

Bruce Wayne in the Coupe

You niggas trapping on a Tuesday?

I hit the stu’ and hit the Duvet

Bird’s eye, point of view

So high, Gorilla Glue

North side, chilling in the pool

Tropika, so smooth

To the niggas out stylin’, profiling, limousine riding

Jet flying, jet skiing, ooh, reel in the deal

I can’t believe it, bitch niggas catch feelings

Drop top, no ceiling

Top spot, no seating

Can you feel it? (yebo)

We don’t catch feelings (hell no)

If you a bloodclout stay in your lane

Rudeboy better get out my way

If I get a clean shot, I go blow out your brain

Treat me like Magriza, put you on the game, eh

I done suffered for the cause

Summer after summer I put numbers on the board

Damn, am I the only rapper with the balls

To say I don’t really give a fuck about awards?

All I ever wanted was applause

All you ever wanted was a Porsche

I’m rocking stunners you wouldn’t cava in the mall

You Stevie Wonder when the zaka is involved

Greedy with the arms, feed you water on the lawn

Dripping sauce, that’s cheese Parmesan

I don’t fuck with broads I just feed it to my dogs

20 Jager bombs got you reaching for the stars, yay

I’m just trying to be honest

Niggas in the game treat me like I’m a target

Go ahead, put the blame on me

I’m the same OG, I just made more cheese

I was at the SAMAs in the nosebleed seats

Fast forward 2 years I ain’t wrote no speech

Got a plaque, plaque by my old PC

Now I’m finna count racks like I’m Motsepe

To the niggas out stylin’, profiling, limousine riding

Jet flying, jet skiing, ooh, reel in the deal

I can’t believe it, bitch niggas catch feelings

Drop top, no ceiling

Top spot, no seating

Can you feel it? (yebo)

We don’t catch feelings (hell no)

If you a bloodclout stay in your lane

Rudeboy better get out my way

If I get a clean shot, I go blow out your brain

Treat me like Magriza, put you on the game, eh

[Kwesta:]

Hah, ten year veteran, uh

The best, that’s evident

Even as a freshman I deaded them

But then again these gentlemen I light, Thomas Edison, huh

Boy I got plenty rings

Had to give one to this hot melanin

It ain’t a thing, I came from Buttabing

So Will Smith never taught me what independence is

I’m from the era of the genesis

Designer raps, fuck your measurements

Som tshela u-sis ak’tshela what a fetish is

So I can finesse and finish it at the Radisson

Boy I make pretty money

Hand some to my people, now ain’t a nigga ugly

Anisebahle

That’s word from some big account

Used to roll a whole fucking bank

And get high as Orion’s belt

And now we roll up to the fucking bank

It’s all green on both sides of the fence, eish

[AKA:]

To the niggas out stylin’, profiling, limousine riding

Jet flying, jet skiing, ooh, reel in the deal

I can’t believe it, bitch niggas catch feelings

Drop top, no ceiling

Top spot, no seating

Can you feel it? (yebo)

We don’t catch feelings (hell no)

If you a bloodclout stay in your lane

Rudeboy better get out my way

If I get a clean shot, I go blow out your brain

Treat me like Magriza, put you on the game, eh