Baby hold my gun

They are knocking the door

It looks aliittle harmless now

Another ‘bang’ lemme go

‘Buoy (Vish) open its Ross

The nigga got blood flowing,

Dripping on the floor

Making a bloody mess

They shot Busta Rhymes

Now get some common sense

The pistol under blanket

Went to the market

To get a bottle of scotch

A bandage, cigar and a torch

To stop the bleeding

Redding the sheetin’

His drafting the plotting

Yet leaving the evidence

I’m healing my audience

Ya I was surveillance

Then there was silence

Leaving my finance

Nigga, we got off the zone

A web tangled at the CROWN

but I got a couple of Pounds

To get us moving towards

The aim of “Nathi asiwazi”

Nawe awuna illuminatii

Vuli Monti Nathi

Uvulenyi bottle ye Moet

Tshini unxila Nathi

Ngok Nathi siyamazi

Chin akanandlu Nathi

Uthi ngu Nartey u Night

Chi ngu 1990

Bendithe ndizalwa ngayo

u 94 Yi photo

Ngok andazi naTea

Ndixakiwe umphathi, usathi

Uthethelani apho

“Tshepo Tshepo tshepile”

Uthi yidli APILE

Nam ncinga liphaphile

Lidakiwe, litapile

Unartey ngu nighty

Ndazi iKAPA iyi party

Sanuthethi iPhoto

ewe ngu MANDELA worry

“Akhululwe ngo 90

Kodwa nam andazi

Balibazisa iPhoto

Mhlambhi uthe wena

Azofumana uwani

Ibengu 91″

Nawe awuna illuminatii

Nyan akanandlu ndlu Nathi!!!

*Available on YouTube soon, this song is dedicated to Luxolo Mbiko. He is the son of my grade 6 teacher Ms Mbiko. We were Miss junior uniform together and Ms Mbiko also taught choral music, instruments etc. Luxolo got shot on a ‘Taxi drivers shootings’ in Cape Town just when I was recording this song. May his soul rest in peace (I edited the italic verse with 1991 after, TODAY actually RIP)*