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May Kirt (feat. Emo Mac & Lungsta Da Vietnam) [Radio Edit] Video (MV)






BigAreBen - May Kirt (feat. Emo Mac & Lungsta Da Vietnam) [Radio Edit] Lyrics




First I hit your heads like I am John wick it's poetry on Bermuda mother f*cker just gone deep,
Fist on my heart for the Negus who don't sleep, they aint no session in the studio we gone skip.
Television still telling lies I am telling the truth, always in the booth with a paper and pen,
My rhymes are the proof you only shit in the toilet Pan with the paper in your hand,
While I am trying to make my name before I turn into the sand.
Had a little talk with my maker I lucid dream, I said I am doing music where is the proof and I brought it
Down,
The story of a Negu from the streets with the faded lights,
With pretty yellow chicks at the corner with them shiney thighs,
They found they own way of getting diam and I jot it down and rhyme.
That's how I'll make the stacks,
Telling the truth on tracks and pointing the facts like John Doe.
On the road to freedom there is no door just a crossroad.

I got to make it,
I am on my way to success,
My time is now [ my time is now]
I am tired of waiting [I am tired of waiting]
I got to make it [oh I got to make it]
I got to make it [oh I got to make it]
I am feeling alone.
I have been and now I am ready

Uh! I see the pain in my moms eyes ,
More bad memories in my archive,
Dripping blood sweat and tears to make a song cry,
Never seen destiny coming I guess we all blind and shit.
Writing rhymes on a hotline in hard times I love it though,
Day dreaming of money blowing when the sun is gone.
I burn midnight oil like night shifted Mac-Ds,
God told me I got somewhere to be and I am counting all these
Mouths to feed and I am praying they never sense the doubt in me.
I stay confident!
I chase profit inside of a basement so I can make honest mistakes and peace no judgement.
My stomach and pockets is empty!
I am not friendly...
When the odds are against me I stay focused.
Dej Loaf shit I feed of desire and all the hate speech I am keeping it quite,
You speak through a wire.

I got to make it,
I am on my way to success,
My time is now [ my time is now]
I am tired of waiting [I am tired of waiting]
I got to make it [oh I got to make it]
I got to make it [oh I got to make it]
I am feeling alone.
I have been and now I am ready
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First I hit your heads like I am John wick it's poetry on Bermuda mother f*cker just gone deep,
Fist on my heart for the Negus who don't sleep, they aint no session in the studio we gone skip.
Television still telling lies I am telling the truth, always in the booth with a paper and pen,
My rhymes are the proof you only shit in the toilet Pan with the paper in your hand,
While I am trying to make my name before I turn into the sand.
Had a little talk with my maker I lucid dream, I said I am doing music where is the proof and I brought it
Down,
The story of a Negu from the streets with the faded lights,
With pretty yellow chicks at the corner with them shiney thighs,
They found they own way of getting diam and I jot it down and rhyme.
That's how I'll make the stacks,
Telling the truth on tracks and pointing the facts like John Doe.
On the road to freedom there is no door just a crossroad.

I got to make it,
I am on my way to success,
My time is now [ my time is now]
I am tired of waiting [I am tired of waiting]
I got to make it [oh I got to make it]
I got to make it [oh I got to make it]
I am feeling alone.
I have been and now I am ready

Uh! I see the pain in my moms eyes ,
More bad memories in my archive,
Dripping blood sweat and tears to make a song cry,
Never seen destiny coming I guess we all blind and shit.
Writing rhymes on a hotline in hard times I love it though,
Day dreaming of money blowing when the sun is gone.
I burn midnight oil like night shifted Mac-Ds,
God told me I got somewhere to be and I am counting all these
Mouths to feed and I am praying they never sense the doubt in me.
I stay confident!
I chase profit inside of a basement so I can make honest mistakes and peace no judgement.
My stomach and pockets is empty!
I am not friendly...
When the odds are against me I stay focused.
Dej Loaf shit I feed of desire and all the hate speech I am keeping it quite,
You speak through a wire.

I got to make it,
I am on my way to success,
My time is now [ my time is now]
I am tired of waiting [I am tired of waiting]
I got to make it [oh I got to make it]
I got to make it [oh I got to make it]
I am feeling alone.
I have been and now I am ready
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Writer: Bongumusa Buthelezi
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