[Intro: Maglera Doe Boy]
(I-)
(Injayam u'Sliqe)
This that plug talk
Straight out the fuckin' mud talk
Can't spit it if you ain't out the slums talk

[Chorus: Maglera Doe Boy]
Mission, I gotta stay on the mission (Yeah)
Tshweri di ntwananyana in the gehtto, they need me to win for the trenches (Trenches)
Glisten
Jeka moqwebo it glistens (Yeah)
Yeah I been out the city but I came back just to give them the vision (Sheesh)

[Verse 1: Maglera Doe Boy]
Young n***a Doe Boy came up from the corner, gave a fuck about the politicin'
Young n***a broke boy, I ain't have the PS, used to hit the bodega for Tekken
I had a shawty ko Milner, bro, I had a broad ko New Vision
I had division
Before I had brands, I had the vision
Before I had fans, I had the vision
Brody no Bart Simpson but he draw like cartoons 'cause he saw n***as die in his visions
I do not freestyle, style isn't free, my shit expensive
Love all the mentions but me and your fave isn't mentioned 'cause I do not rap for attention
Up in the floor seats, they got swords hie
My youngins is fencin', fencin'
On guard, attention
Mad tings in my mentions
Suna banyana you see on the telly, mabitso I'm never gon' mention
Glisten, glisten
See my moqwebo it glistens?
I was with Mubarak le Glosso Mabala corneng, Bobo a di dala
Tussen, tussen
Tsene mo gaming, ek is tussen
We in a Vura, daai deng ere 'Vrrr"
Priddy Ugly, that's the engine
Gcogile mpahla yo ku dura, I ain't a sgura but the spaan we was benchin'
Where mama stay I hear ootas next to the sewers, it's Iraq in the trenches
[Chorus: Maglera Doe Boy]
Mission
I gotta stay on the mission
Tshweri di ntwananyana in the gehtto, they need me to win for the trenches
Glisten
Jeka moqwebo it glistens
Yeah I been out the city but I came back just to give them the vision

[Verse 2: Blxckie]
(Yeah, go, go, hmm)
Yeah, go, go (Go, go, go)
Who you know got the trap jumpin' like pogo?
Made five tracks in the mornin' while you still yawnin', poppin' like coco
I light that bitch up like a torch
I talk to the Lord, he say "You on top, you know"
She givin' me brain like a dork
It's ten out of tentickin' the boxes, woah
Blxckie Somnyama on top of the buildin'
I might jump off and then land like a kitten
I cannot take an L, what you thought my n***a?
He was talkin' that shit, now he gone missin'
I was strugglin' but now I found the vision
All these blessings, man, I swear they bound to listen
I'm so focussed I never forgot the mission
Tell the label to stop all that callin', man, I'm busy (Ye, ayy, go-go)
Man stop all that cappin' and say what you know
I'm in my hood and I feel like the pope
Laugh in your face, your whole clique is a joke
And if you don't know where I be
I'm still in the streets, the grill is still green, oh yes
Don't gotta know all the deets, still under sheets, still got a brief, oh yes
And I cannot mess with you n***as
I talk to the G's, I talk to the fiends, oh yes
They say I should show them the way
They wanna get free, they beggin' and pleadin', oh yes
And that's all the pressure on me, man, what do I, man who do I be?
I feel like Mohammed Ali, I struggle to breathe, I'm under the sea, oh yes
And bro don't fall, stay consistent, pick up the pace (Pick up the pace)
Big ol' expensive chain, the lights just jump out the face (Jump out the face)
I gotta respect the art, it's puttin' this food on my plate
I gotta respect the art, it's turnin' me into the greatest (The greatest)
[Chorus: Maglera Doe Boy]
Mission
I gotta stay on the mission
Tshweri di ntwananyana in the gehtto, they need me to win for the trenches
Glisten
Jeka moqwebo it glistens
Yeah I been out the city but I came back just to give them the vision

[Verse 3: 25K]
I hope I make it out the ghetto alive, lil' whoadie hit a lick and died
I remember at 10 years old, had a toy Glizzy on the side
And they still plottin' on the side
I bet you can't reach f you tried
Skir kop ke ty, mamazala a re "Why?"
2K for the Air Force, le boot sauce, ke nyoso
Deep stal ke course, ene 3 star mo jawso
I just couldn't wait to be on
When they started switchin' I was gone
I was sellin' dope for a job and I never thought I was wrong (Plug)
Head honcho, El Santo, with a poncho for the Honduras
FaceTime for the convo, I got wild thoughts but I'm humble
I just put it on the scale
If the plug fronts, it's a favour
Dirty cops in the field, only pickin' up for the paper (Hello)