L'il Joe

Mmmmmm...South Jafrican aboriginal Schoolin these rappers, I stay close to my principles Power to the people, timely rhymin our demands Honor late Lumumba while I'm shoutin "Free the Land" Circulate the dollars, knowledge Mama pass the collards Fitted Dodgers Bloggers argue on which rappers are the hottest Build with the scholars, hand muddy with the paupers Gun and dope poppers the sauciest of imposters Shaped by the Gospel, Gil Scott and Baraka Royal Flush at the bar Glass is staying rocked up Sign of the times Cochran signs in the 'dition No living wages in the 'sip He laughin in the district My spirit ain't with it Siefu until the death of me Books, bullets, and bars in this war The choice of weaponry Finger fighting on the net For freedom, we will never see Only sheep in the Jafrican safari in the recipe Fuck ya wordplay I make my words work You got a million bars But tell me what your words worth I'm building pyramids, you pyramid schemes Trying to be seen, shuckin in front of green screens You don't have them racks Them racks have you Command A on these rap dreams and then command q You just canned food Cookingforbae bruh I'm Jaffe Juffer or Vader with the Saber Jafrican High Life Solomon Ilori These raps bore me Generic pussy and profit stories Young men groom for prison Via the school system I ain't studdin them showtunes on how you hate women These rappers grinnin in the face Of these politicians You ain't good for at least four of them five sense I'm rhymin to perserve the life of Chokwe's vision Still I'll piss on raps ashes 'fore I cape for an Iggy Let's go