Lyrics For Nyakaza By Touchline
verse 1
Ankaze ng’bon’ izinja zispana kanje
Mangabe uwudarkie uphum ekasi
Masfakane eyintweni
Ungang’nyatsi mawubona ama ?
Ubon umkhukhu kuncono no kurent’ idladla eSandton
You can’t have a Land Rover and a land lord
You can’t also be collapsing when the rand falls
That bank notification got them loving you
That debit order SMS will humble you
Polish istoep ngeCobra, that’s when the snakes come over
You rappers so under the weather
‘Cause you reign is over
I’m an early bird, you’re a fly-by-night
Angizwanig neyikhova
That OVO logo seem to be your badge of honour
It’s about time that I blow
I would commit suicide
So I could go to heaven for a cypher with Pro
Bese ngibuz’ unkulunkulu God How Godly’s My Flow
Then he sends me back to Earth
I go and give them some more
hook
Eks se, louder for the people at the back
Timer lami taught me how to rap
I don’t think he did a single track
I just think it’s written in the swag
Awunyakaze, awunyakaze
Ek se, awunyakaze, ek se
verse 2
Me and Slola have been tight since that time
We go way back
Further than a slay queen’s hairline
This your deadline
First you were a star
Wakhiph’ inumbernyana
maje seuyahesha, airtime
I know you’re scared I’ll
Make it back from where I was
Me and you examples of what’s to come and what never was
Dabbing, ngik’shaya binne kant
HOw good is your maths kid
You above me is an improper fraction
This my written pledge, just let the rest know
Kick flows that blow
Get shows, clean sweep the Metros
Feature Techno, K.O, Drake or J Cole
Then go get Eminem to come do my album intro
Basazozwa, basazothuka ’cause a black man killed them
They only get crown on SnapChat filters and Insta
Cash cows until we let the bad bads milk us
A lap dance, then you smash that
And you catch that illness
Rap cats with bad cash no backtracks that’s still us
Wack acts with sag pants and hashtags ain’t with us
Einklik we’re Pacman, siyanigwinya
Food for thought, get a fat man filled up
A captain with a Batman villa
hook
Louder for the people at the back
Timer lami taught me how to rap
I don’t think he did a single track
I just think it’s written in the swag
Awunyakaze, awunyakaze
Ek se, awunyakaze, ek se
verse 3
Ek se bang’bizel emacourt and I confess to the judge
My fingerprints are on the trophy baba guilty as charged
Uzozwa ipain, iflow iyababa namagama ayahlaba
Ngik’thinta la kub’hlungu khona
Igama wuTouch ngiya massage-a
I set the bar and the tone
Me and rap go hand to hand like we’re crossing the road
I’m on my own angsena match like the game was postponed
And I’m always grounded nje nge ncozi yemngamla e stout
See I’m the feeling you get
When you lost your mama’s Tupperware
And she’s already mad at you for breathing, she vents
And now you wish you can take her to Forgive And Forget
And then she sends you back to me like
Ngicel uDeal-e Ngalento
You ask why they don’t sing along
your bars don’t capture them
Sebaphunyuka bonke
Yazu mawubulisa etaxini and nobody responds
That’s the same disappointment I get from hearing your songs
hook
Louder for the people at the back
Timer lami taught me how to rap
I don’t think he did a single track
I just think it’s written in the swag
Awunyakaze, awunyakaze
Ek se, awunyakaze, ek se