Soweto - Pro Kid

Yebo… ‘kay right

It’s your boy Pro, yes

With ah… with another flow

Ches' you know what that means

Move!

I’m from the South Western Township

Where we get down kid

Kadi pa-pa… paba, dankie son

Askies tu make space and stop yapping too much

While I’m rocking this mic you be busy spreading rumors

We mic perfumers, the South Western rulers

The same people you lied to will be my consumers

Hand you over to All-Stars so keep your Con-verse

I was ill back then but now I’ve gone worse

You don’t suffer from bad luck boy you were born cursed

Coz every time its you turn you take wrong curve

For you complicated critics here this concentrated lyrics

Let me finish you incomplete like Popeye

Without spinach

Beginners thinking you the winners and leaders

I’ll kaffir clap you till you swallow that sophisticated image

What you think this is, with it, something like you bitches

To animal faking this rap I will diminish

It’s true though, and if you acting like you know

Double tacking your style and two feet you like Judo

I’m ghetto like kids on the corner playing Ludo

With little pieces of stones and bottles wherever you go

I’m ghetto like hood-rat chicks with Chuck Taylors

Or gossiping over fences with next door neighbors

Like law breakers, but there’s a stoep for raw papers

On corner shops gambling living the law’s takers

They mock makers, masters of drugs like stock takers

I represent mines, we got no Pro floor fakers

For sure haters, we go for metaphor gravers

The better rule breakers of dawn who brought bakers

It’s fly gee, tell why these rappers wanna try me

Babylon smack bomba clot you dirty ivy

I’m from the South Western Township

Where we get down kid

Where you usually get smacked if you act like a clown kid

Smile at me I turn around cracking a frown kid

Like who the hell are you asking me where I’m from

I’m from the South Western Township

Where we get down kid

Where you usually get smacked if you act like a clown kid

Smile at me I turn around cracking a frown kid

Like who the hell are you asking me where I’m from

I’m from the S the O the W the E the T the O

So now you know the rhymes with flows

When dimes a thrown, when spots are flowing

Better moves unbearable, this rapper is so incredible

Respectable the federal so look at me like I’m general

Sure, from the city where most legends are born

Spitting heavenly lyrics for you critics getting it on

Maseka heroes and the skilos they get broken down to zeroes

With the Madiba’s the Hector Peterson the Steve Biko’s

We tussle and hustle as they juggle with the soul

Muscle we struggle and bubble from the darker side of the African jungle

Maybe face devil with the lives like Crazy 8's

Estimate these weights and you get knocked like I was Baby Jake

Without the gloves knuckles on your face is all get

So you need to analyze before you try to disrespect

Check yourself or get smoked like a zol eintlek

Coz I doubt if you’ll be proud if this was your wack track

When your size is stepping up and y’all step back

Call that phat we represent the law-less tracks

I’m be that hip hopper non-stopper the rhyme chopper

With the life toucher, a naka naka with the clocker

SOWETO… SOWETO

SOWETO… SOWETO

SOWETO… SOWETO

SOWETO… SOWETO