Lyrics To Stogie T‘s Sway Freestyle
[Intro: Sway]
Stogie T South Africas finest.
Sway in the morning.
Honey and Pain.
Shade 45
[Verse]
There ain’t a french bottle we ain’t pop
A fresh article we ain’t cop
Benz top that we ain’t drop
A dress model we ain’t knock
Festival we ain’t r8ck
Destined to be this hot
To the best of my knowledge
But if you taking stock
And you dont save a spot for the forsaken lot
From the baking hot land of the slavers dock
That’s your prerogative
We polar opposites
I’m from that continent of poverty and long walks of accomplishment
Where former heroes give birth to spoilt rotten kids
The opulent meet the poor cleaning their offices
We push rocket ships like Elon Musk
We stuck in shit cause we still dont got a pot to piss in
Said God forgives as you give the church half your shit
I’m bugging still we can’t tell a pastor from a pimp
Its Roman Catholic
Its Anglican
Its African
Tribesman
Migrant
Shit it’s Masked men kidnapping kids
I say south Africa you think trevor
I think nelson
Its half a parrot you getting mixed messages
I say Nigeria you think Fela
I think Delta……..
Its past and present is blurry as an impressionist
Wait…
I put your certified hyenas in elephant graves
I’m punching way above the ceiling you set as the grade
This is the red letter day
Show them how a vet is made
Last time someone spit this foul
David Blaine
These ready made superstars
With tattoos and scars
And you think they can save face with a few bars
The Lukewarm
I’m in true form
38 like Jordan in Utah
Killing them with the flu shot
Stru’s God that mean trust me
I’m nutty as Rupaul
But I wear out a pussy like kind Joffrey in new York
What could you do rob?
When I promise you the smoke I am so Calvin brodis snoop dog
This is the diary of a mad man
Who should’ve been crowned champs
But I wrote above their heads like Anne Frank
Fam, I am a giant among ants
Like the tyrant from Baghdad
Hussain I cant handle camera
I grew up in hammers
M16 hammers
No dancers
Miss me with MC hammer
I’m a cool g rapper alumni
These are my handlers
The Kufi Nas from NY
Jesus medallion
Reading Langston Hughes
Haj Malik shahbaz and dem shit
In the park like the autobahn assassin
They gon photograph and African prototype of a starving kid
But not show you the royal blue Aston Martin whip
It’s complicated
And fuck vibranium
Educate em
We got ghettos too
And their orange juice concentrated
But bo brady said be measured in your actions
Give them honey and pain
Happiness and anguish
Like when tony got the flooded rollie and we called it hope
For all the times the popo had my folks against the ropes
For all the times we drove a shorty out to marry stopes
Or the ones we almost broke
But still calling hoes
They fall for me who end up teaching them the rope
These are the hones we from
It ain’t sweet like
Its marijuana leaves high
Like maradona sniff white
Stsngled by a short leash
My mama hold her fist tight
Tell a bigot he can suck and lick a piss pipe
We gon get that level up and win in this life
Ay
I’m from the real south
Not that fried catfish killer mike shit
I mean the township
Real south
Where blacks go through real harsship
Like a round trip flight
It’s batshit backward for the wrong skintype
And I am disliked but I dont give yoo many fucks
When they set the bar I look back and tell em where it was
This shit ain’t for everyone
Friends second cousin and aunt
Taking a dumb on our culture for a radio chart
But I ain’t mad at you
Might even dance to it
And the rest of the world can watch while I Thanos snap to it
[Outro]
Rest in peace Prokid
Rest in peace HHP
Rest in peace Zwelethu Bedela
Rest in Peace Ben Sharpa
STOGIE FUCKEN T