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...

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.

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.

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.