Nomalizo

I burn with Noah’s mo-thandazo, Nomalizo, oyeah!

Your yellow game of thrones bone collector

Fede vika is fokol, my spiritual nectar

Selector, soul driver  it’s complicated

It’s this feeling that releases your soap opera

 ang’ khulumi nawe every day in my scandalous

through the sands mischiefs of time; I only dream mischievously

about your rhythm in this city

through the hour glass.

I burn with Noah’s Nomthandazo, Nomalizo, Oyeah!

Dub step red riding lips in my hood

Fede, chieftess death in my eyes is

In my speaker phone, drum throne

You take with your Yellow Ganda-ganda

Bulldozer, rascal its your voice mara

That spins my tails in orbit

Ah, one two I’m buying eloping tickets, to Phuket

Can’t get?

Watch and exhale.

Soul Acoustic

This narrative transcends soul acoustics

Fundamentally on my mind

This track transcends pernicious love beats

Fundamentally we unwind

Mirrors on treasure walls spell bound by your tricks

Sequences to this rainbow highway my pleasure play

Fun dementia mental valentine verbals, my cousin

Rub the dub- red beard don’t forget the red beret

This narrative is fundamentally patient with intent

a mental transcendence

This soft love story, this.

It is so crazy that, I ...

Remember that day

When we went to Melville

When Seventh was heaven corner Fourth

Dancing with the devil and so forth

Black Label Castle on the table at Pauls Tavern

We held on together two by two; to us to,

The taste that never let us down

Twenty Ten Mellow Wood and Coke and Phillip

Kisses at random with a shy Xai Xai

And a wee at the pub up the road,

Coz it smelled nicer.

Those were the days we chose to hold hands.

Heya, Happy Tuesday

To your stars that draw impressions in the sky

Every time you say hi, with solemn sweet soliloquies

No, your tweets hit small delicate spots, my Sistene Chapel ceiling

Yes, you hit me pristine in a serene sense I die for days

Maybe, because you make me smile like a schoolboy with a teacher crush

I’m forever walking in Jesus’s high heels, it’s just the way you make me feel

To your stars that draw impressions in the sky

I’d like to dedicate this smallanya piece to you,

Happy Tuesday,

Peace.

Be Too Mellow, in Just One Week

Yes, Kwes I said to my open eyes 
Highway to my Heaven with eleven beat-makers 
A teaspoon and a fork and you in my Ford 
We are focused on sweet black berries 
As we hike up King’s other side of the mountain 
In speech we heal 
In ditches we speak 
With one feeling 
We will see freedom one day. 
Yes, when together we make our own nation.

Strawberry Blue Thursday Blues

Hey, Heart-Prostitute
You steal my vessels
Imagination destitute
Damn I can’t procrastinate
Jah rises in your pupils

I like, Like a lyrical cripple
I’m ripped to the ripples
With your solo quintet burnin couplets
Brawling double epithets
Lets jive, lets strive

Incredibly hulked up, my super hero
You stood there and said
Baby lets go down dizzy lane
Opened my wardrobe with my war-robe
Trojan horse my Jay-Zee
My voice horse

Tonight my love
You and me
Dream race course
Jackpot with pot
You and I
One with Jah
In one hot slot
Gunslinging smiles one-way
And one sling-shot
Talala

Can The Autumn Leaves Just Fly Away With Me?

It is cold outside and the pianos are frozen, Jazz musicians stand by the dozen as drugged as, Their bright glimmering grey brass instruments, My heart flies recklessly to and fro bobbing and weaving, Laughing at a chick in a short skirt, in high heels graduating; Peeling away softly with a song confused in monotonic happy-ness, The dull drum of love pounds itself to a lull, with clean satire; I’d rather be somewhere else than here.