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NO RETURN
Hip-Hop/Rap
NO RETURN was released on October 10, 2025 by Malkak Records as a part of the album THE BOOK OF OXYGEN
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Release DateOctober 10, 2025
LabelMalkak Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kyle August
Kyle August
Rap
Jethro February
Jethro February
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jethro February
Jethro February
Songwriter
Kyle Ontong
Kyle Ontong
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jedi Knight
Jedi Knight
Producer

Lyrics

Hip-Hop definitely has a future
But I hope Hip-Hop dies
Soon as possible
Yoh Mylie, it was now 2020
It's only been a year and it's already 2023 mybroe
Time flies and it's a one way ticket
Melanated, hell and hated, not celebrated
They challenge those held so sacred
Fell and tainted, I fell and gave it my all
My mind had to be, recalibrated
Focused, but learned to hope less
But never hopeless, I've noticed it's a whole test
But for our souls best, honour me while present
It's got to be my presence that shows you my essence
I've learned from my lessons, a hero from the Cape City
De Niro in Casino, I'm Shapiro, pen and page with me
You can try measure my worth, through my verse
But my pleasure would be, to say goodbye earth
Take on a higher calling, but now they call and you hired
Through the day we dazed
At night we mourning
It's a slave ship
Day shift to grave shift
Digging our grave pits
I can no longer take it
Now it's about that time for me to leave this place
Shiny surfaces I know they far from graced
Know I, I, I
Had my fair share of struggles
Fair share of troubles
Juggled it all on the tip of my pen
Wrote my way out
You may not
You may not see me again
Things that we saw
I don't wanna see them again, no, no
You may not see me, amen
Hell
If you listening and traveling well
Tell Joe this is no death note
To any of my kin folk
You all know I been broke
You all know I feel for
Yous on other levels
I feel like I'm mended
Stuck with good intentions
I don't have to mention
That I'm on a mission
White man got a mansion
Ouma got no pension
Ladies want extensions
Gentlemen pretending, all the time
You act like you don't know that rap is more than rhyme
I tend to wish to
Fly bye, bye
And touch the sky like Mordecai
Before I die
I'll come all in your spot looking extra kwaai
Extradite my soul, the day my eyes close
Headphones on and you can find me, with a blindfold
I know, my pen is feeling like my pops on penicillin
Reincarnate into a super villain, every living day I'm killing
Can I climb my way to heaven
It's about that time for me to leave this place
Shiny surfaces I know they far from grace
Know I
Had my fair share of struggles
Fair share of troubles
Juggled it all on the tip of my pen
Wrote my way out
You may not see me again
Things that we saw
I don't wanna see them again, no
You may not see me, amen
Hip-Hop definitely has a future
But I hope Hip-Hop dies
Soon as possible
I really hope Hip Hop dies
Because then we can wait for it's rebirth again
And when it's rebirth comes
It's gonna be pure again
Written by: Jethro February, Kyle Ontong
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