Slate The Great - Ghostwriters (Freestyle)

Yeah
Hola, Hola Mfethu
Now listen, uhm
Man this life thing is so amazing
A'year ago, nobody knew me now they're calling me "The Greatest"
Tryna navigate my purpose through my triumph, joy and praises
Cause I can't fall for traps, they can never catch me tripping, that's why I'm tying up my Laces
These faces, I see when I'm on stage drive me crazy
Amazed by the joy that I'm bringing to all these strangers
I'll say this, nigga I'm blessed and highly favoured, God's favourite, still taking niggas out Like I'm a racist
On apeshit, I been like this, I'm underrated
Man they sleeping on me, oko'mqamelo welinen balibele ukuthi iDyan irhefu kwaye Ilinene hayi imenene, these many men, wish death on those with melanin
Can't fabricate intelligence
Can't copy, paste this excellence
The way these raps stay on my head, you would swear I was a Taliban
They sleep on me, that's negelance
But hyping the inadequate
Got mammary gland, on either hand, I'm ambidextrous (huh)
Ndizbulisele kubo bonke bona
Abathand' iDyan ngobaYona ithetha sona
Huh, my flow sick (cough cough), corona
My time is now, like tick, boom, they know I'm 'bout to blow up
But mos naleyo yipholas
Cause mentally, andkho lapho
Mihla nezolo, okokoko ndilhala ndicing' iChorus, yeah
My raps harder and my flow tighter
Man I'm The Gun, and when I shoot, I'll turn these rappers to some ghost writers
Graaa

Written by:
Yibanathi Slate

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