Sleuth on a warpath/

Booth in a bloodbath/

Hacker Massacre rappers/

The Jacker is a psychopath/

Got you in a Cul De Sac, like a road closure /

Trained soldier discipline,

And You lack composure/

You gonna Step up to the plate, you better the posture/

You get flattened if you cocky /

The attitude will cost ya/

Especially with no stripes to show it/

I got roadburn, go and see a prophet for an omen.

Point of no return /

From Bear to the beast /

Tore it up/ ask about it if you travel to the east/

Supreme rattle, barrel with a scope like a machine gun,

Surgical seams runs,

Toledo carrying, careening tons/

Demolition mission ,

Nitroglycerin packs/

On a balance of facts/

You aint carrying nothing but paper weight/

Golden age, Automate checkmates/

Limpopo to Cape Town. Jozi, Nelpruit, Durban to Freestate/

Get me a cat who knows what it is to earn/

Beasts of burden, sunburn, make the feet return/

To the path, that we ought to be following/

Now we just borrowing/

No Schools,Banks, hospitals or food/

Or mineral control/

How we entertaining fools/

When we know we should be training the minds and hands for tools/

back yards many a jewels/

Had it for many centuries/

Can't be impressed like it's something new/

Nothing new/

Nothing but the exception the rule/

A Setback should be nothing fuel/

Ayo The knight is black.

Payback like a wolf pack on mule/

The soundtrack, stacked Ivory black/

Bleaching a cesspool/

Mopping the dirt with a rhyme/

Inside the birth of a crime/

It's caustic soda to grime.

Playing a chime for your mind/

I need a moment in time/

Align with a star like an ocean line/

Token Drawn, a Broken mirror shines/

Half my reflection so it's pieces of a man/

If I've spoken, then my words is like the sketches on a pictogram/

Just incomplete until I finish, so it's half a story /

Path for glory? and i can tell you it's a long road/

Tell a Shogun put the staff before me/

i got the call its just wrong code/

and that's a testimony/

Im writing Tommy Gagliano's acrimony/

A work of fiction that is half true, Broadway Fat Tony/

rock a Fedora, chomping on a cigar/

Balar bronze star, lead character inside the memoir /

given to Port Elizabeth's old lady of the city,

Gran Athenæum/

Got some wanderlust, so carpe-diem,/

Joburg city got the cursed gold/

Hurts more, No folklore/

how yo think a cop end up with a bankroll?/

with a ghost on a payroll/

Shoes dusty walked a dirt road/

country boy’s Morse code/

looking for a signal by burning a bush with charcoal/

and herbs, worn soul with war scroll/

Gets cold on the concrete streets/

Speak, negativity affect your brain chemistry/

Heavily/ known enemy, skewed offer /

The deviltry,

To prosper, let me jog your memory/

On horror/

The furnace of affliction,

Is to build a farm upon a graveyard/

The bones of the dead nourish everything you eat/

Stock a lumber yard/

You off guard like you woke at midnight/

Im vanguard/

Get a bodyguard/

write a postcard/

Tell the people to prepared for a feud/

Enthused by the Propaganda/

Flip the channel to the news/

Vicious cycle and a circle platitudes/

The record says we done paid dues with a lifetime of Servitude/

I'm on my Hemming way to Pamplona,

in the arena with the bull in the corner/

Gold plated diploma/

And it's official like a torch holder/

For my Persona/

Never losing shine like a Swedish Krona/

The world breaks everyone and afterwards some are strong at the broken places/

Seen forgotten faces/

Who left for a lifetime and came back to basics/

From the rat race to their birth place/

Politicians telling people occupy the spaces/

First find a me landmarque to script it on the pages/

Stash in a briefcase, erase database, hard copy, i ain't friends with the cyberspace/

Every single soul Red dotted no siding place

A sunset clause on a Latter day/

How’d you negotiate, something that's taken by the barrel of a gun?

Where are they from/

I'm in the spirit Traveller's drum

What ever may come/

Have you Ever heard Senzeni na, in syllable hums/..