SOWETO Pro Kid

[Intro]
Yebo… ‘kay right
It's your boy Pro, yes
With ah… with another flow
Ches’ you know what that means
Move!

I'm from the South Western Township
Where we get down kid
Kadi pa-pa… paba, dankie son

[Verse 1]
Askies tu make space and stop yapping too much
While I'm rocking this mic you be busy spreading rumors
We mic perfumers, the South Western Town rulers
The same people you lied to will be my consumers
Hand you over to All-Stars they’ll kick your Con-verse
I was ill back then but now I've gone worse
You don't suffer from bad luck boy you were born cursed
Coz every time its you turn you take wrong curve
For you complicated critics here this concentrated lyrics
That may finish you incomplete like Popeye
Without spinach
Beginners thinking you the winners and leaders
I'll kaffir clap you till you swallow that sophisticated English
Where you think this is, Swedish, sooundin' like you british
To any man faking this rap I will diminish
It's true though, and if you acting like you know
Double tacking your style and two feet you like Judo
I'm ghetto like kids on the corner playing Ludo
With little pieces of stones and bottles wherever you go
I'm ghetto like hood-rat chicks with Chuck Taylors
Or gossiping over fences with next door neighbors
Like law breakers, but there’s a stoep for raw papers
On corner shops gambling living the law’s takers
They mock makers, masters of drugs like stock takers
I represent mines, we got no Pro floor fakers
For sure haters, we go for metaphor cravers
The better rule breakers of dawn who brought bakers
It's fly gee, tell why these rappers wanna try me
Babylon smack bomba clot you dirty ivy