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malcom mufunde & tanaka hingie - mechanic system lyrics

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[verse 1: malcom mufunde]
when chitown looking, do they see me as the one?
they say he’s biggie ’cause he’s real, i guess that means pac is tan
if the jail rules are lame, our bars don’t mean nothing
can’t flash before the pigs so the jewels are getting more slim
but we more like the hindus, we rely on the guitar
we strum chords that are cold and god will make them shiver
jesus, please, jesus- this city looks like it needs us
you turn water into wine and then i’ll sober up these n-ggas
once it kicks in, you see the beat is even listening
i’m trynna keep this short like pygmies; my flow peewee
i’m about to blow up like chitown sewer systems
the mayor’s like the pipes- he can’t handle my sh-t, which means
drug dealers around me done inspired my topics
my flow dope, for all the dope they been flowing
realities contradictory so i lie with my truth
ndochena rough, ndofamba zviri smooth
y’all worried ’bout who’s in power, we worried ’bout who’s got power
the last time all of the lights were on, kanye had made power
i’m fond of home, so i’m coming home- word to jane
my ex plain, she’d never understand if i explain
chitown’s my first love and the city f-cks with me
ask nicholas, all these are careers i done finished
just to stay on top and make sure my city winning
streets raised us- here we come; we are the children

[chorus: tinaye, abedi & the dark people of the light]
takuchinja system, pakuda makanika
be the ghetto gospel, manyeruke woridza
no smoke, oh, chitungwiza tungidza
this is how we do it kana tazvida
we light it up that fire
and everyday we get it higher
we light it up that fire
say chitown; fly
say chitown; fly

[verse 2: ill matrix]
we are back to the very beginning but this time we’ only talking projects
’cause all along we’ been surviving a test of time
now we’ making a paper trail for the culture
so tonight we p-ssionately restoring the street p-ssion and pop culture
but we need to carry dope beats for the revolutionary encounter
just tell my people that now it’s time to raise the bar like a dj playing a dance song
i’m very much conscious that you still loving to feel my touch like a smart phone
so i usually draw you close to my platforms
since my poetry is the last thing you’re still putting your trust on
we approach life with a sweet talk when it’s our time on the microphone
so technically, i chose to lean on the microphone
watching my fellow rappers calling it quits ’cause stakes has never been high
they’ looking for a key to success when perfection is a locksmith
if hiphop becomes an enterprise, then i’mma do the shoplift
i penetrate the surface even if the jungle is concrete

[chorus: tinaye, abedi & the dark people of the light]
takuchinja system, pakuda makanika
be the ghetto gospel, manyeruke woridza
no smoke, oh, chitungwiza tungidza
this is how we do it kana tazvida
we light it up that fire
and everyday we get it higher
we light it up that fire
say chitown; fly
say chitown; fly

[verse 3: tanaka hingie]
for my art; man i’m adamant
eve’s offspring i’m able and can
be the g.o.a.t; the beard extended
with two h-rns on my head
a lotta beer ascend as i’m raising the bar
of the city; engine need a mechanic
we call guspy to call dad; please come in numbers:
tony in our vision, it’s so blur like we see steam
i’m tired of ugly; ain’t you heard what say system?
the dark is where we was kept in; america
see that you won’t marvel; it ain’t no comic
let’s plan the escape; it gotta be invisible when i visit boo
more of a comedy show; n0body can’t see me
2018 i won’t miss y’all when i strikes; syrian attacks
invertebrates; ain’t one got your back
i hate y’all that govern the city, just go die in iraq
yeah we good down here; we don’t need no hierarchy
y’all f-ck around, you impregnate the circle;
now my words come with fists; the punchlines formidable
yebo!
words be my ammo, pretty chick from the hood
ain’t never seen her not once; but i hope she’ll shoot
the back pack that i’m packing now
war student on the block
drop a brick on your head, syllabus crash on y’all
fail and go!
my city seen more h-ll than lotta dead sinners
mechanic work with a dead system; rich ain’t seen us
ghad

[outro: abedi & the dark people of the light]
when i say chitown, you all say fly
when i say chitown, you all say fly
when i say chitown, you all say fly
when i say chitown, you all say fly
say chitown; fly
say chitown; fly
when i say chitown, you all say fly
when i say chitown, you all say fly
say chitown; fly
say chitown; fly



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