Undercover off duty Ray-Ban refleksie
Brown patchwork, leather jacket feeling sexy
Fly kwaai by die braai, dop skop my hond en coke
Poes cool met die moer my vrou tipe flow

Sibot, embark till fingertip shrivel, spit dribble
Flip little sink a ship riddle
Funky rhymes, i got a dark selection bottled
Ready, distilled, like my thought collection
I get much more stupid than all these corny rappers
Plus my dj's like fuckin intense (in-tents) like horny campers
Hardcore, underground in the circle rhyming
Weed smoking, no job having on the couch
Crashing, end of the month
Mom phoning haven't made the break yet, deadheads
Keep fucking around getting nothing done dumb dumb
Stuck in hundrum get stunned by stun gun
Tongue undone
Delivering gifts to the young ones

Chorus:
I can't help but think things you never ever thought before
Shit wouldn't ever been created if i wasn't born
You don't have to feel soo all irrelevant
I rap like a kid who hasn't lost his powers yet