dope saint jude - realtalk lyrics
[intro]
talking about someone now he call (hi hi hi)
now there is this big recording now
we can’t talk kak
but misbelieve when (ha ha ha)
when the mic is not ready
we have the electric cut to say
(d o p)
[verse 1]
i just got the boosting fire
knocking up tonight the nya
cuz the power take me higher
sir, i’m spitting through the wire
ask your girl coz she a liar
if she said you’re doing good
“we went outside for dinner and
they later had some food”
i’m a boss i’m a queen
i’m the black slave’s dream
i’m the king i’m the power
tell myself this every hour
if you read you need the power
if you small you want the tower
let me feed this budding flower
cuz i’m based on even cower
it’s the hour to be bold
will you play or will you fall?
throwing sh-t to make you cold
buy your sh-t before it’s sold
your aesthetics getting old
and your style is too defensive
and you try to hold me back
when you know my sh-t’s progressive
and you know you’re f-cked impressed
and you always having fight
straight boys, g-y boys
all turning into dyk-s
and i’m reaching crazy hights
and i’m reaching crazy low
pay it forward always bjp up in my ngo
and and and i’m rapping like i’m coloured
but the coloureds call me white
and the white-s call me black
and the black-s call me light
while you fight them out of sight
flipping sh-tting and getting riches
and i have five boys
and they’re on my side b-tches
when the saps pull me over
trying to catch and kak with me
i just race him with the accent that i got from uct
“monita comsuki
you know i’m not a rookie
it track your favourite dookie
and knock he may have cookie”
you you you listen to my rhymes
looking like you’re constipated
cuz you bend or feminism to my world is so updated
please update it
for the rapper’s for the flaglles for the others
for the girls who like to f-ck
for the sisters, for the lovers
for the mothers with the baby daddy and baby mama
for the girls who are also boys
please update it, make it smarter
“how are we doing fine” if you keeping shoot in line
p-ssy trouble, p-ssy time (d o p)
p-ssy doing just fine
“double double life”
in trouble hide my secrets under rubble
false persons are always fake
aim for angel, end up snake
double life double heart extra tricky lives in art
i’m an art with half perfection
not by choice, not by election
double life so double used
working hard to cover clues
always friendly never rude
bound to deep so-solitude x 3
trying to smile and never few
double life till death conclude (d o p)
i was like hee! i’m pop someone’s raya x 3
hee! i’m pop someone’s raya x 2
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