Testo Now Or Never - DJ Switch feat. Reason, Priddy Ugly, Ginger Trill, ProVerb, Pro, Shane Eagle, Zakwe, Blacklez, Youngsta CPT, Kid Tini, Siya Shezi & Big Star
Testo della canzone Now Or Never (DJ Switch feat. Reason, Priddy Ugly, Ginger Trill, ProVerb, Pro, Shane Eagle, Zakwe, Blacklez, Youngsta CPT, Kid Tini, Siya Shezi & Big Star), tratta dall'album Now Or Never (Remix) - Single
It's the switch up baby
That's right, this is no remix, this is no re-up
This is the call out
Time to have some fun with this hip hop thing
It's now or never, never, never
It's time to change the game
Game, game
Dankie Sajoe
Awuphambili umshito
Siyayikhanda iboweni kubo Tito
Besitwele ngas'bangela umsindo
Nis'bangise impilo
Ngapha siphafa lamahabis
Sithamlisa nomphimbo
Manje ning'hambela phambili ngishatil' i-cilo
Ngiqatil' i-hip hop, namba kimisiko
Busy hunting for pussy, ngiqatil' lelo ziko
Ke qipha dinisliro
Ngiqati ukuthi unikho
Bali leyo yiqondo ngoba namanje yithol'
Ka pa diya bakhona, ngithiwa
Nothing happened to rap
Something happened to rappers
Witness a lyricist, lyrical physicist
Like an Egyptian who's building the pyramids
Check the perimeters, we are not similar
Here are the bars, make me feel like a prisoner
I am the villainous minister
When I deliver the sinister lyrics, you shiver
You are a gangster but only on Twitter
Acting like thinners who gossip and sinner
Hey crusader, not Elon Zilla
I only see Allah and who's in the mirror
My rapping is rapid and raging like rivers
A A-Town R.I.P, caging gorillas
Pushing the limits, the mind, the body and spirit
Really you aren't committed, your rapping is cock
Smelling like phyllis, I have to admit that I'm not even jealous
Keep all the dirts and the glamour
Sak' ubuni in your hood with a hammer
Feel like I'm Hulk and I'm bruising the banners
I'm breaking the stage, I'm killing the verse
They tell me behave
But it seem they need a constant reminder
Rap's revived, alive and resides in Kaapstad
Na aye, Youngsta
I guess it's time for the switch up
Mntu athi uksheya ama sit ups
Tshimileke Zinja, khokha nomoya like hiccups
Represent ama jita from Katlehong to Tembisa
Ngiyabona ngiyal'phakamisa for Nina nabo my sister
Hater, to all the haters in the papers
Great stuff, I'm a G-Pen to all the vapers
I encourage you to proceed with all the fake junk
While I Snapchat with tens only and stack papers
I'm way up and just focusing on uphumelela
Sheba fela, ngithiwa fela like I'm Nicolay-a
More like Jabu Pule, ngwana wathi wenyanga ngiplay-a
But God is always in my favour nigga, Hallelujah
Man, what happened to rap?
Man, what happened to rap?
Said, said, what happened to rap?
Hip hop used to drop bars, now it's dead
I do this for the culture, you 'bout to get mad work
I'm a mixture of Eminem, a pinch of FLO Deluxe and half Verb
I'm back, just take my verse for it
It's evil to live backwards, take my word for it
I'm the rap nerd and judging off your last verse dawg
You couldn't spar with the God if you kicked your raps backwards
Students of the game, I seen how quickly they switch up
When the tables turn, they hoping a star pupil slip up
Over your head, over the edge, over and over again
Every line is barber precise, hey pardon my knife
Put my city on the atlas
I been selling dummies, first demo was a blank disc
Man, what happened to rap?
Man, what happened to rap?
Mathi ngathuka wonk' umuntu kao like I'm DJ Euphonics
Nalo dj uswitch game chucks, mes'bits' i-Casonic
Bo mrapa bazofe living room, isn't that ironic?
Nokuz'bona seng'dizange broom afistila se chronic
I'm tryna change the game like I'm Morgan van Staden
Ang'qibala ahlekile ba'ningi ifane bas'lande
The track ke petse Zinja k'pheng' athi industry cypher where this born
Ah, awas'bananga amamorning after
Shints' i-moodie like laughter
Underdog bayang'nyatsa
Ka le zinto, kwe lamza, kuzokuphel' ipan' mangadwaza
It's now or never, never, never
It's time to change the game
Game, game
Man, what happened to rap?
Man, what happened to rap?
When I hit a sixteen man it's hot, that's mandatory
You hit a sixteen and it's not, it's statutory
You hate me for my truth, your girl love me for my honesty
Reverse psychology, pimping with it
Child of a dying breed, supplying prophecies
Non-believers owe me apologies
I said apologies, I'ma need them commas man honestly
Ish, fuck out my way
I leave a trail of corpses so you find me
That mean your favourite just step behind me
I dare you try me
Go on and ask him, beat look
I share my intellectual capacity with those who dare to rap with me
Factually I take so many shots you'd think I'm packing heat
When actually, I don't need a gun
I'm a masterpiece
Nothing happened to rap, you lacking the facts
Rappers have to adapt to the ratchet and trap
It's a hazard in fact, if rappers are lacking the tact
They have to retract, perhaps where the amateurs at
Now add and subtract, I'm packed with a savage attack
Not talking 'bout beating pussy when I damage a cat
If her ass is a fat, I dab and have her clap in her ass
Standing ovation, rapping I just happen to trap
Assassin of rap, attack if your rapping is wack
Attack and relax, don't tell me I should rap with a knack
You see the bars are ever present, unwrapping the raps
Seven seas of toxic flows and I'm the captain of that
Yo, I'm a born don
Sikang'hlanga rosza with all this boredom
You bondom, ngok' uphis' gogo that here we gon' go
Before cold, awa koko roshi but here we fought strong
Al'vya gone, igolo kushay' inethi ngiyatha l'yo gone
Ning'sonor' sam' sekelo
Bars diya dalo, bo-bo-bonk' phojozi sgobo
Forbo from kgobolo, with no more hope
Kuyinkond' of course ngob' u-casual S
Tracks are not on track, most cats are now trap on trap
Eish, but I'm not next, nami k'mend' ang'thesha
I rap tricks under my sleeves, noma ngik'pse nivesti
Now bring it back to re-rap before ndyap' on bed
And now or never, click, click, bang
Unyaka w'ama clip
It's now or never, never, never
It's time to change the game
Game, game
Man, what happened to rap?
Man, what happened to rap?
Murder, rappers I'm guilty, this case closed
But how is this the come up if I just opened for J. Cole
I'm ahead of the game so they hoping I never blow
But it's been a long time coming my nigga, y'all need to know
They sell you bullshit music and they happy when it get plaques
You wack motherfuckers are the reason I'm starting to hate rap
I'm making waves
I'm just glad that somebody's asking why nobody's rapping
Some of these cats came with so much trash
I thought I was Punk'd, looking for Ashton
It's Big Star, the verbal assassin
I came up with nothing but passion, lyrical aspirin
Pharmaceutical killed to the trapping
Still asking, what happened to similes, punchlines, metaphors
Food for thought, the cerebral, cut you off umbilical
Who would've thought the nigga though
Still schooling these niggas is principle
I cannot mess with the typical
Come from the East and you know that you gotta come next
Nigga all of us clinical
Jump on the bus with the general
Take you to Mars with my city flow
Bars on the track, what you really know?
I spit mean, my punchline splits spleens
My 16's leave the world cut up like split screens
Wassup?
I'm in the mood to eliminate the fake dudes
There's a lot of false prophets in the world so watch who you pray to
One look at you, I can tell that your
Mother's unfaithful to your father
So it means it's not your real father that raised you
Your real friends escaped you, now you hanging with the day 2's
You buying real gold but when you rap, you dropping fake jewels
You know I kept it cool when the media tried to pressure me
They sleeping on me, thinking they can keep me from my destiny
Like Leletie Khumalo Ntwana, I remember yesterday
This time I fly over some heads, 'cause they were born yesterday
Okay Killa, I'm nice, name an MC that's way realer
I'm real dope, you just an addiction of painkillers
It's a little bit like the Oscar trial
'Cause lots have tried to figure out how hip hop has died
And lost its vibe and got ostracised
There many of us out here, you're shocked inside
I'm Khehe Nell, you're Perry Rude
We standing across on opposite sides
You know very well I carry the truth
A lot of you rappers are compromised
Your songs are lies, we need some
Stronger guys to put it back on the rise
Because of you, hip-hop's dead, now you need to be gone for life
Here's evidence that the veterans are
Much better than all these gentlemen
You couldn't even catch phrase, so this track's made to sentence them
The life behind bars, you need some life behind your bars
Because you're feeling it, hit the electric chair, DJ pull the switch
Man, what happened to rap?
Man, what happened to rap?
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Writer(s): Jeff Silbar, Shane Henry
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