Saturday, 20 December 2014

Harmony song [remix sort of]

Thats how 
the I
 and I marks the golden ticket territory
with your platinum sirens
it's, it's true it's God
I'm not a different liar
maybe not a bird
nor a plane
nor a high flyer
but I am simply
your alpha superman
North West Brown skin
flower power babe
Black is a condition not a colour
No I'm not David Blaine
but your Black Panther power
in every hour
your nervous condition
lol oh my gawd, Carlos Cardoso maybe
even your Black pimpernel wampolaya, if
needs be, I'll even be your valiant Che Guevara: watseba mos, no E class no three two five my Azanian Jaguar. No time for the sweet buttermilk to sour. Sawa, Tsatso baby...



For the harmony in this song listen.

Tsatso?
Trout house beat in your soul feet
Fish seaweed v-eight lion roar
Shark tale all I master are duck tales
Pout don't be shy
Don't be afraid sure
Kwes is King in Kanana
They know them shout it out loud
Kwes is a Kingdom not a banana
 Legendary Republic in Kanana squires
Them squirrels also repeat it to no end

The I an I marks the golden ticket territory circle like so
it's, it's its's true it's God, Carlos Cardoso
Maybe even your Black peaceful pimpernel, wampolaya
If needs be, I'll even be your valiant Che Guevara; watseba mos
No Benz no Three-Two-Five iS, my Azanian Jaguar
No time for the sweet buttermilk to sour
Sawa, Tsatso baby...






Wednesday, 10 December 2014

Post Mortem

one the ones and twos
you can't choose the drums
over Kant,
Hegelian snooze you loose
cliche-d beat clique
clinical lyrical con
icon fantastical fantasia

Azania in your hands
is in the walk and the broad talk
its in Nkandla and Pretoria in boulevards
Notorious just
Trust
Justice.




Tuesday, 9 December 2014

Happy Tuesday

if you feel it in your feet
just dance like this, i'd like that
Kwesimodo is King, you will sing
you will see, its all in your tribal beat
Love is a Colosseum of ancestral feats
in the heat I feel when I smile with you sweets
Queen of the ventricles in my dungeon of peace.
Sunlight in my orange-pink-red sunsets, moonshine.

Thursday, 4 December 2014

Colour me dream purple midnight express strawberry cream

Peace I sleep
Deep throat I feel
The Healer I roll and fall
Concrete meat is tall
Right now wings I grow
Angel my Angelina Juliet I hope
Number one fan but you are dope
Hundred percent plus one silent street bash, trope
Talk beautiful-nice trash with depth
Hello Nice, sharp ho jwang Nice? Fede?

Fokol, my sweet pink nice purple pine-apple  my peoples, love.