Chorus (x2)
Ni liti ni liti (When When)
Uza ka ina liti (When will you get fat)
I tell them wait and see
Don’t need your Vacancy
Verse 1
Tools of the trade
Brown Envelopes
Your Honesty
Is gona make you broke, I quote
What are my options
Murder she wrote
Jezebel, corruption in what she spoke
[Chorus (x2)]
Verse 2
I can see you put makeup
On your broken system, system yeah
Biters, fakers, try to silence the truth that I sing
In your image and your likeness
You want me to sell out to get access
Ama never beg your pardon
Money power made your heart harden
[Chorus (x2)]
Verse 3
I don’t want to eat from your table, no thank you
Offer a relief in exchange of my virtue
And my birth right
Did I hear right
Your temptations are death but they feel right
Ve upika mukula ndiye nkuni
(What you cook mukula is your firewood)
The luxury
Look your fantasy can never fool me
Its sad to see that you can buy a soul for chitenje fabric
And the media is your tool to control the masses
Create the hazard then you sell the cure
You vilify and crucify the pure
You fear resurrection I am sure
But were going to live forever
Through the temporary we endure
To taste heaven I am an a connoisseur
My Gods going to set the table
Not yal, Hollywood or any record label
Though I can spit the ether
Funsa mirror pa chiumba bakali ndife
(Ask the mirror on the wall, we are the strong ones)
Truth going mainstream it’s the glory season
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