Mboko?

I just di laugh
Ha ha
Listen

I am not mboko
Before you pick up that stone I think you need to understand
I don’t say things for no purpose
I am not the type to go coating ma words with glucose
I don’t need to sound sweet when I spit that’s not the focus
I had this conversation with this g couple weeks ago
Told me I’m not being real cause I don’t spit the pidgin flow
Said we don’t connect cause I haven’t lived in the streets before
Ask if I gong smoke weed, I said I never done it bro
He looked at me so surprise said he doesn’t buy the story
Mehn that shit don’t have a price
There is so many bridges hanging before me I have to cross
But I don’t need to double cross them before I decide

I am not mboko
Before you pick up that stone I think you need to understand
I am not… Walking alone
I put my heart into this music pumping blood when I flow
I plays raps to riches and donkey kong with ma phone eehhhh
Back to this lunatic that I was talking to
One of those blind Judah kids who have no point of view
One of those ready to switch, when the going are tough
I mean the ones who catch cold or freeze when they cough from above
I know you only follow wats successful
I chase goals and dreams, I no fit direct you
Step aside you be fake, you will die for the cake
I will ride for the pledges that I make

I am not mboko
Before you pick up that stone I think you need to understand
I rep my struggles when I flow
Tell my story as I go, devine with the rhymes
Like the punches are embedded in my bones

I am not mboko
Before you pick up that stone I think you need to understand
There is no opponents, we have a single goal
Somewhere deep is us we have that fertile land where evil grows
But I will still water these roots, than see a brother broke
Some of us don’t wear our hearts on our sleeves
Misunderstood by those judge by wat they see
It hurts when they don’t know exactly wat I feel
But I’ve learn to use the pain the wash away the sins

Mboko na matter for love, no bi na matter for mpeng
Mboko na loyalty
Mboko na daso for men them wah them no di gather for tere
You know that time weh that men them be comot for mbeng
Came with their ship and their gun
Came with their racist God
Came with that chalk and that board then came try for write we off
Turn wa wa story to king king thing
Came take we like say we be junk
Makam wa repe them carry wa payi go punkam, for snuff
You know say that our ancestor them weh them die for First World War
Them dong di cast them out like evil spirits today when you go for church
Makam wu hide wa culture under bed became ashame of who we are
Wa thing for takam we di so so beg

Mboko gave us something we can hold on to
An identity, and I identify to things than go beyond the ABCs
I’m so beyond the language
I’m broke still savage when it comes to my beliefs
I don’t joke I cause a rampage
Addicted to the lifestyle of preaching wat I feel
But if you talk about doing trees

I am not mboko
Before you pick up that stone I think you need to understand
I don’t say things for no purpose
I am not the type to go coating ma words with glucose
I don’t need to sound sweet when I spit that’s not the focus
If it’s all about blowing trees and being of idle parks heehhee

I am not mboko
If it’s all about each other, a crown I know doesn’t exist then
I am not mboko
I share my story to world and I hope you understand me
Mboko na matter for love, nobe  na matter for mpeng  praa praa praa
I am not mboko
Before you pick up that stone I think you need to understand
I don’t say things for no purpose
I am not the type to go coating ma words with glucose
I don’t need to sound sweet when I spit that’s not the focus

Merrrdde!!!