Thato Saul
The Boy Who Cried Wolf
[Verse 1: Leo]
Revolution is a crazy process (Uhm)
Half-hearted and fully committed to doing this
A lot of this be ludicrous
Ridiculous, ridonculous
There's nothing new to this
We are multiple people, but different scripts
Yo! This is where the real is
I'm coming at you different
With merely an angle to dismantle your perception
Oh yeah I've ascended
Feeling like I'm in heaven
But what to do? With this knowledge I've been inducted
Into a league of possibilities
You feel the synergy? I'm mean energy
No need to pretend to be
Someone that ain't me
I am finally free, to metaphorically 'strut my stuff'
Yeah, I'm sounding so tough, I'm saying that
With my chest up
Kick Flip, Punch! Line
I'm lying
I'm just tryna be coolest to do this
New genre it deserves a new list
So
[Hook: Leo]
Don't go to the dark side
Boy Who Cried Wolf
So don't go to the dark side
Boy Who Cried Wolf
So don't go to the dark side
Boy Who Cried Wolf

[Verse 2: Leo]
Man, I've been looking around
Reaching my purpose
Cause it was lost now found
I'm thinking bout progress and possibilities now
Succeeding internally is the only route
Especially when you going through something
Pain, passion, and anger
Forces that can kill a stranger
Like what's the use of being afraid of the dark?
If your soul don't really spark
Lightens up the room
Like the boy whose born in June
Coming soon
From a cocoon
In which I put myself inside
Imperfect life
What a hell of a ride
Hell of a ride
Hell of a ride
[Skit: Leo, Mampe & Phiwe]

[Verse 3: Thato Saul]
I play like loaded dice when I partake, you holding ice for your injury
Came in the game to break a leg, injure me
Mumbling rappers taking the direction of tumbling backwards
I target your Oscars, humbling actors
Here to stay like tattoo
Hit you with that tune give you taboo, my competition became a tad blue
Need to keep loose change outta my common sense, if I lose change I won't be a prophet
Beware of the D-O double G and your jaw cause I'm boxing
Walking Catapillars, this where you cannot kick the Crocs in
Calm and packing action
Complex to the core, come packing traction
Come play with you front, I'm backlashing
Matter fact back slapping your cheek
Turn the other cheek I become even more cheek
To the games expense y'all became even more cheap
Better breach out when you try fight us
We chow biters
I reach out a finger and touch Midas
Whoever do try to define us, in addition to heat you'll catch the minus
When you chasing gold your competitions the miners
I got animal ambition
At this stage of the game, we need to be signed in a cannibal petition
Rappers are biting rappers often
I'm dead straight you a backwards coffin
Sick enough that sick rappers backed us coughing
I see back to back, you thinking Chanel
I'm soon to be keeping up the drive similar to a Chevelle
[Verse 4: WolphGnarly]
Ayo I ain't have sleep in like 8 or nine weeks
I'm thinking I might pop some pills
'Cause I live better in my dreams
I had to get me that prescription
'Cause I'm sick of having feelings
Way before the food for thought
I had like nothing in my kitchen
But I'm living life so lavish
Momma barely pay dem bills
Poppa ain't got him no job
I'm driving drunk behind the wheel
I'm nodding off
Like paparazzi, my gold chain is flashing still
Future bright, it feel like lightning
I'd be shocked if you was real
I'd be Pac if you was real
I'd be like Pac if you's a big deal
Before I signed a deal
I been hanging on the corner
Tryna get my homie killed
Me and friends are barely talking now
Ashley barely call me now
Actually thinking life is over
Like we talk on walkie talkies how
Catching bodies like bungee jumping off the ground
Wait
I been out the house
Wait
I ain't see my couch
Wait
I can't find no sleep
Wait
I been counting all the sheep
I been living for the meek
I think I need me a boat
Don't reply when I wave
I been going through most
I'm too young for my age
Pockets looking 52
I been making many moves
Designer clothes over everything
Hoping I make the news
Hoping that they don't kill me
Feeling like my uncle Riky
Hope life ain't cut short
Til they put me under 6 feet
Til they put me under dust
Tryna blow in a rush
I been rolling round Hatfield
Same year I fell in love