King Benny - Mr CHEESECAKE

Yeah, we recording, you got these vocals, aight, I hate it man, don't, don't look at
me funny man, don't, don't, don't fuckin' look at me funny Mr. Cheese, Cheesecake, fuck
it, yeah, okay I was gonna get any kicks, okay I'll get no kicks, yeah, yeah, we don't, we
don't fuck with you niggas man, you Cheesecake, yeah, let's go,

You ain't gotta be fake, Cheesecake
Real rappers only get to feature on these mixtapes,
Knock, knock, who's there, black niggas on the door
We ain't even smiling, we just staring with our mean face
If he says then you know that shit ain't
Boom, baps, back, back, off, we on a clean slate
You gon' get sliced if you switch lanes
I suggest you better keep it real Mr. Cheesecake

My legacy gon' live long, throughout the music
I should be covered over the walls, paint me a mural
Painstakingly we navigated through the corridors
In the dark, chillin' with the thugs and the many mores
A force to be reckoned, he shines bright
without being pressured, so calm and collected
I scribble rhymes at times of my leisure
The rap skill's, something y'all coulda measured
The legacy's, what I'll leave behind for Mosco, jooks, Enkosi noEntle
My loved ones, thought I hated them at times
I've been brought to realize that I actually hated my pride
And my eyes could not even see what had led to my own demise
Pure narcissism, need my own space and time

Regular rapper smokin' regular weed
The world is my oyster, versatile murkin' everyone's beats
I bet if Jigga heard this, he would slap your boy up with a deal
And if I fail after that, the aftermath is that I yield, shit
I take my time with it, this ain't my prime even
Watched my SoundCloud streams decline, I swear I cried a river
Came back and I built bridges and watched my
Friends burn em, Timmy, Timmy, don't get it twisted, my last name, Turner

My soul expresses itself, that's
through the poetry, somehow I keep the grief within
But it's been overflowing me,
The art speaks for itself, I'm just a medium
I thought and scripted these words,
Ensured that you're receiving them
Prodigy child misinterpreted as a genius
I've done shit to people that's made them see me as hideous
Betraying myself in the process, I lost my principles
Listen close the story of my life is what I'm giving you
In metaphors and similes, like a preacher would
Was only 12 years old, when I had enough of Jesus juice
Since then, I ain't paid a visit to church
Just steady became obsessed with increasing my net worth
With these words that I play on, it's been long since I seen Kiyon
True definition of homie, aka day one
Hope we get to reunite, when the day comes
Right now I'm working on the legacy, for all the little ones
I feel the end getting closer at sunset
My bucket list long and it involves freestyling on Funkflex
The kasi rhyme patterns are top tier, do not compare
You could kill the beat, but not me, I go acapella, forever a G
I'll shine till they clap with they feet, yeah
I think that's where I'ma leave it
Till they clap with they feet, yeah, you get it, yeah baqhwabe ngenyawo
That's the goal, funflex, we coming baby, yeah

Written by:
Banele Matole

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