[Verse 1: Kwesta]
As'thandazelaneni
God bless, Assalamu alaikum
Hot mess, I rhyme I habanero
The flop is we jobless, sphanda ama dinero
Heh akuhlanganeni i'ghetto
Or else soze sihlanganele ghetto, sixabanele into engekho
Glass house sidlalana ne ngedo
What's that but ukudakwa nje i-fame Joe, igama lam' u-Senzo
And you, can't kill the King
Can't stop the reign
Can't stop the pain
Can't stop the rain
Can't stop the hate
Can't look away
Can't stop debating but can't cook the hake
Can't force the changе
Tree tops of shade
Can cop the fame but you can't block thе prayin'
Unlock the brain, unclog the drain
Guns, cops and raids
Son, stop the playin'

[Verse 2: Kwesta]
Uyi starring le ka gogo
Angigeji ngishaya nchocho
Tshothso cha mntase ango aim'i
Ngimele ozogoloza
Ummeli walamasoja, nyel' uNongoloza we game
Hopped off the train
Hopped on the plane
The long shots I made are so off your range
My sort of fall off was not for all y'all to khonond' on but to pop off again
We're not the same
We're not the same
Jewellery is your game, you pick and you pay
You bite the chain, we're not the same
'Cause, shit, Pick 'n Pay, I'd rather buy the chain
Can't kill the King, never lived the dream
Couldn't feel a thing 'til they lit the beam
They ain't who they say
I ain't who they be
I ain't with the waves and y'all are sure to see
[Chorus: Kwesta]
Made a lot of millions but was never rich
All the way to Heaven for the hell of it
We all need love, wena uthenge eliphi?
Big Bro Theory, the Genesis
Hailed as a king for doin' basic shit
Until I show love to who I make it with
Now if God ain't say it, we ain't hear it
Big Bro Theory, it's medicine

[Post-Chorus: Ndabezinhle Mntungwa]
They won't learn, they never learn
That kingship is God given, straight from above
They tried to bury us but planted us instead
It's said, Heroes get remembered and Legends never die (They never die)

[Verse 3: Kwesta]
Ya ngi grand angizwani namanyala
And votsek, buy' i-track man, kudal' ufakaza
Cut the yappin' and the cappin' and the actin' like this rap shit is your passion
Leth' i-phepha singaze sidab' iyhlahla
Sik'vonce i-gold chain slande iskali
Sibhoboze i-propane silayte inkauza
You speak of Pro's name, usanokukatshwa
Donsa ikeyti, lama bosdave ngathi aqala uk'phapha
Boss game, midfield, Pirlo
My hits are still children, them shits don't get old
Elirikhini ngidiliza iy'ngelosi
I got six 16s that are 16 years old
Intanga zenu, hay mina
Ama bhayibheli, a divine read
Kodwa hay' still, mawuze kimi ubhayzile
I flop i'cheese, that's why mangiba shova bathi ngibhay' i'skill
But, I mean, I'm me, ngi may'zile
Ngigaye nina i'chance yokuthi nidume but niya idle'a
Forget a rhyme scheme, nitay' nina ni busy "Hi, King"
Ngapha ngilwisana nentaba, I'm not hiking
Ya le game ngiyayithanda
I'm tryna put it together, you n***as pay the compiler
All your favorite idols, I'm just here as a piper
The scoreboards are mugshots, that why I stay on the line-up, ya
And since me, hay' nix, I don't idolize, anyone
I'punch likhona but I'm out of line
They say I'm out lines, watch that lie get nullified
My type of shine undenied just undermined
And unga worry, ley'ntwana ngizincanywa blind, vaar-vaar
They can party like it's 1999
They ain't even gotta rhyme but if they ever fuck with mine
Kuzoba ngathi bashawe isandla 'cause they must be out they fuckin' mind