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letra de iirei studio's (feat. tale ) - iirei

tale (verse 1):
this year we’re not laid back
started with a single mic, made tracks. gotta run. tleen sneaks, lace them
f-ck puns
i’ve done enough waiting for these n-ggas to hear mine, so it’s clear that they won’t hear them cos i’m ahead of my time. and it’s not only the rhymes
for instance, the concept of money is time
opened ears. black jam. iirei, we did that
intanga zethu think we’re childish. time investment
rather spend your time admiring. nah, i won’t waste that on being a market
i’d rather write cheques and ambassador my hustle
waste no breath criticizing. i’m being modest. you got my late text
yea, i was busy grinding. you heard my latest album
it was the first worthwhile one. fanele is coming next with more fire
col-shots captured it. he’s got the eye
i wouldn’t risk missing this
the 4th industrial revolution business
do this for africa, equip the people with the sk!lls
educate all the computer illiterate
technology’s a tool and no measure of intelligence
i’m saying this because the mic wants to speak sense
sounds cheap like it’s off a mtjalapane shelf
let’s build our own. stop complaining what these n-ggas sell
let’s build a universe…

tale (verse 2):
death took my young toss
started first business on a loss
swimming with the sharks and i bite hard with my t–th, you never hear me floss
reality is business, you should step up to your boss
you know you always cut me off. also when i rap i p-ss you off
f’tsek l’wena, thinking imma fall just because my life ain’t yours
so check when you make me an ex man; i don’t like to be crossed
i am black jam strong
i’m young with ambition. i’m regular, real life n-gga
i don’t just write sh-t in songs
tleen sneaks, kea igelezetsa and currently employed
ey mathafakha hustle on!
haven’t done much shows, only pose threats with an artistry image that exposes the god that’s in me
i’m still the same, you just changed the way you look at me dawg
need i show you the door?
or you know your way to h-ll and back while drinking with a number plate that says f-ck the cops
i’m blessed to look back and see how far i’ve travelled
i’m trembled and humbled by god
i came with what i came with and now we speak a language with the bros that you can’t hear when you talk too much
tleen sneaks, mammies give us top and screw us

- iirei

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