Uh
Youngsta
Ygen

Why you wanna diss mense?
Just be lekker
Don’t be extra
Just be lekker
You think you clever and you better?
Just be lekker
Okay bru, whatever
Just be lekker
Like I’m so
Lekker lekker, lekker lekker
I’m so
Lekker lekker, lekker lekker
She’s so
Lekker lekker, lekker lekker
We so
Lekker lekker, lekker lekker
My bru, kyk hie

I thought you’d have something better to say
Why you always talk about me in a negative way? (why?)
I’m just honouring OG’s like it’s veterans day
It’s Kaapstad fibre! We aren’t American made
Most of these rappers are stuck in that development stage
Auto-tuning music, sounding like you Eric Burnett
I make you naar, now tell me how does medicine taste
But I make you lekker when I put you on my medical-aid
But now you want to make me kwaad so I’m saying haatie bop (djy!)
If you know Riyaadh then you know that he’s a dala rot (djy!)
Djy praat ombeskof but all you do is talk a lot
Acting hard like The Rock but softer than a Wilson block
Now swallow those bad words or get eaten like a vegan half
Middle Eastern Cape Cavalier a without Cleveland
A CPT G.O.A.T my quotes are pure goud
And if you joke I wash your mond out with soap

Why you wanna diss mense?
Just be lekker
Don’t be extra
Just be lekker
You think you clever and you better?
Just be lekker
Okay bru, whatever
Just be lekker
Like I’m so
Lekker lekker, lekker lekker
I’m so
Lekker lekker, lekker lekker
She’s so
Lekker lekker, lekker lekker
We so
Lekker lekker, lekker lekker
My bru, kyk hie

Ouens say they lit, well I’m turning on the sprinkler
I put out their fires and lighters with rhyming extinguishers
I made the city hot and did it singular
Now my name is known throughput the Wes-Kaap peninsula (wes-Kaap!)
Deep down inside bru, I know you really love me (yup)
Your slippers are fluffy, you prob’ly cuddled in a onesie, you a dappie
You can’t Lam with us, go study
Lick my middle-finger like Kentucky then top it with Fruit Chutney(woo)
And it’s gonna get messy so I think you need a bib (yup)
You aren’t on my radar I don’t see you on my grid (where?)
I can send some brasse to come meet you at your crib
And then we gonna see if you are Realler than Madrid (bhaa!)
I thought that you were lekker but you actually not
That’s why every bar I rob is an “Italian Job”
Gold bricks in the Mini, just give me some leg room
You calculate my steps, you check my chess moves
You fail badly, you were born in a test tube
021 is my number; tell your kind to send nudes
I made this song for ouens who don’t attend school
I X’ed you out the game and left you in the Deadpool (haha)
Y? Question mark and you couldn’t guess who
I wasn’t an A student but you were a Z bruh (yoh)
You don’t want no problems you don’t want no conflict (no)
I’m brutal with the bars, a lyrical convict (Bwhaa!)
Things take time and you can hear the bomb tik
My name alone making you scared like John Wick
But asalaam alaikum it’s the Seven-Eight-Six’e
Shukran for the love, I can feel all the liefde (I feel it)
To me, you de lil one, I’m call you Particia (Small)
I feel like a fisher catch you hook, line and sinker (Kom hie)
You are not lekker like beginning of winter
But I’ve always been lekker like Koeksiesters

Why you wanna diss mense?
Just be lekker
Don’t be extra
Just be lekker
You think you clever and you better?
Just be lekker
Okay bru, whatever
Just be lekker
Like I’m so
Lekker lekker, lekker lekker
I’m so
Lekker lekker, lekker lekker
She’s so
Lekker lekker, lekker lekker
We so
Lekker lekker, lekker lekker
My bru, kyk hie

Ayyo, ayyo ayyo
You don’t wanna step to me
Still rep the C.P.T, till the day I D.I.E
Ayyo, ayyo ayyo
You don’t wanna step to me
Still rep the C.P.T, till the day I D.I.E