Mitsubishi Message
Thunder rounds
Angel wings on the ground
All I've done coming out
Not even God can love me now

Dada Shiva mystery man
Dada Shiva man of mystery
Hardly shit mean shit to me
Compounded by the fact that everything make sense to me
But nobody make sense to me
Still a gaggle of these hoes try tempting me
Got my girl taking walks through my history
Always got her eye peeled for the villainy
'Cos I'm a bad boy need penitentiary
Don't be guilting me
Dada Shiva ain't the enemy
Don't matter I smoke the centipede
That nonsense don't disturb a G

High as lord I be hell below
Knocking on the door
Looking for the some help
Hinges whistle and I see myself in perfect health
I ask myself about myself
I told myself to note to self that lions stalking through the veld don't fuck with their reflection but do military inspections out the windows of the Mitsubishi just to send a message
Hear four roars down the corridor
Young niggas no love left for the law
Ganja bring me peace
Long life to the sticky leaf
I was mr winter growing fitter in the Middle East
West Bank air taste bitter when you walk the streets
Had me reminiscing thinking back to where the family be
My aunt in Mabopane with the chickens and the mango trees
She wouldn't believe how these people doing humans beings
Nothing left to do but pray lord let the levy break
Hear take *haah* breath away I don't need it man
Seeds growing as I bleed blue
Truth upon the loop
I just came to do what I was trained to do
And I pray every last snitch get swine flu
In the Cape
Niggas known to snitch and get high with you
Better take
Very special care about who ride with you
Whether synagogue or Koran or the Bible school
Known real praying ass niggas that be liars too
Feds tryna take me for my life don't be sly my dude
I could fuck a motherfucker up for fucking slithering and pilfering lying in the cut
Get cut I know the day come when my sentence up
I thought I told you
Niggas got kicks like go-ku
They don't want real ones to roll through
These bad bitches boil toads too
Potion mixing by the ocean whistling a slow tune
Thunder rounds
Angel wings on the ground
All I've done coming out
Not even God can love me now
Thunder rounds
Angel wings on the ground
All I've done coming out
Not even God can love me now