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lirik lagu sarafina morning prayers / november 1 ka dezember – 2ru-stori

verse 1
khotsi w*nga, munne w*nga
ndi kho rabela/
they be sleeping on my hustle
che vha edhela/
told shumani i’mma make it
ndi kho sendela/
uniform us
if i take it back to tshikevha/
thohoyndou stadium players got us on the zoom!/
in them cities where they uber
tryna rent a room…/
heard you sound a lil’ polished
like a silver spoon!/
shawty’s graduation plannin’, i was playing loon…/
should we tellem, how payola constitutes extortion?/
chesa nyama for communion
need our daily portion/
missing middle needed filling
sold us dental flossing…/
dokotela, ndo badela;
cos insurance costing/
vho rhi lisa, pierre issa;
need defendеrs too…/
i’ll be rapping till they uber to tshisaulu/
shawty act a lil’ diffеrent
screening for muvhango/
fo’ we had a little wisdom
ndadho’ bvhisa mmano/
baby sister’s pacified us
vho rhi pha ndalamo…/
thought recession’s had us buried, vha rhi dhisa pfhano/
khotsi w*nga, mune w*nga
ndi kho humbela…/
we was searching in the desert
word to shoekmekaar!/
think i model*c my accent for a foreign car?/
mahlanyengi a pitori tryna take it far!/
rapping jingles, ka bo yello’;
we was striking too/
call him bitso moshimane
see myself in you…/
tryna teach him this formation
fo’ they substitute/
lost some teachers to the system, who gon’ substitute?
kgale sela rhe kgophela
what you constitute…/
berekela, low patela;
but we bore the fruit/
playing card’s around the corner with the homies
still!/
if you quote above a milly
then we got a deal…/
tryna set a local record
off my record deal!/
independent moving major
getting paid to chill…/
had a couple navigators through that trap life/
glass bottles in the city
seen ’em trap life/
it was written for my homies who would read hype/
pioneer’s wit no directon
said we need hype/
lee kasumba to the culture;
who’ll promote the pro?/
rha mabena set a standard;
and inspired more!/
kayalami should be bonded
when you’re selling gold…/
sarafina morning prayers
pray your stories told!/
got our mothers from modjadji
we was born to reign/
tau tonna ya kgaditsi
they could never tame/
my november 1 drive got a little loud…/
tryna make it to majozi
heard the north’s proud!/
minors made it through the city, working underground/
couldn’t trap us in the jungle
with our freedom sound…/
sarafina morning prayers
nou ke after school!/
yizo*yizo taught us different
how we acting cool?/
save a prayer for them teachers that could never reach us…/
had to huddle in the tunnel
wid a few receivers/
said the game was kinda easy
now they’re in the bleachers/
tryna cop the latest beemer
widda couple feature’s/
masumbuko, so they dread us;
we their teachers too/
dropping out, to follow purpose;
every stories 2ru/
overlapping where some racists barley made it to/
selling bankies back when jozi ran wit’ crazy lu!/
our father, where our father’s;
heard we acting wild/
couldn’t sauce / source us in ’em tenders
now you serving mild?/
slum;
we made it out the village, where you raise a child…/
westernised our marriage unions
now they’re so defiled/
ain’t no funding for our building’s
so we wha*dha*tha/
hustle music
while we saving for a coup d’etat/
khotsi w*nga, munne w*nga;
ndi kho rabela/
khotsi w*nga, munne w*nga;
ndi kho humbela/
pushing beemers through sibasa
che rha tshimbila…/
richard millie’s in sh*sh*go
how we shining pah!/
from limpopo, through to london; they be drilling far/
khona jazzin, wit’ da bruddas;
nne rhe rapela/
pray my granny tell the neighbours i’m her superstar/
sarafina morning prayers
who will lead us?/
crocodile
fighting for da future leaders!/
graduated out the trap
this a thesis…/
sarafina mourning friends that we still miss…/
can we pray ms.?

(morning prayers by sarafina)

verse 2
percy tau’s in my city;
lion share da ting/
single parent household
hearing brenda sing…/
n1 south bound; in a red sting/
masobane be the reason why we love bling…/
there’s a heaven for millennials
that have seen h*ll/
picture stephen curry shooting
but without dell…/
raided traps, sold us lean;
how we never fell?/
office suites, powerpoints…
till we all excel!/
i’ve been searching for salvation
in a kush cloud/
grade 8 got litty
how we still loud?/
prodigy’s up in heaven
from the underground…/
a’tychphobic youngins
tryna make my muddas proud!/
stretch marks on the heart
shawty grew a bit…/
love calling on the phone
i’m ignoring it…/
two grams and hook
prolly write a hit…/
so i’m runnin’ through these tracks, tryna keep fit/
shadow boxing with my nerves
’till my shadow hide/
life came so easy
when you barely tried…/
last train to the peak
issa cold ride/
life ain’t been sweet since sugar died/
(bridge)
leaning towers eating pizza… there’s a shortfall/
gil couldn’t tell us how to john wall!/
came on the n1, paying eyee’ toll…/
told em’ rivers couldn’t drown me, on my chris paul!/

verse 3
seen the legend of makhaya living through uthando/
while i’m calling up my father, begging for a hundo/
i would trade it all in
tryna buy i love you/
self taught as a man
now i need a model/
self*esteem at the bottom of an empty bottle/
self taught as a man
shawty’s hard to follow/
pray them birds fly high
we moroka swallows/
said you got to be first
when you fear shadows/
backheel for them fans
still a golden arrow/
got a penny their thoughts
now we free the sparrow/
schofield;
these are bars lincoln couldn’t burrow/
said you can’t freestyle through this life battle/
n1 long flows, widda full tank/
heroine’s in the city, tryna shawshank/
souljah’s leaned out…
need a new crank/
heroin’s in the cup
how you say drank?/
educated to the science
rapping cruickshank/
randela’s on the gram
could’ve hit the lotto…/
but the jackpot comes
when we see tomorrow/
moonwalking up in heaven
rest in peace to kgalo!/
flying planes in the sky when i’m thinking of you!/
khanamani, khanamani;
love to gideon!/
why we only show love
when a life gone?/
last of a dying breed
shawty wasn’t wrong…/
selborne avenue… keep the flame strong!/

(bridge)
leaning towers, eating pizza;
there’s a shortfall/
gil arenas couldn’t tell us how to john wall/
came on the n1
paying eyee’ toll!/
double agent’s barely manage
when you’re rich paul!/
corner office
like i patented the please call/
till the money stack tall
shawty taco fall/
tay roc, in this battle…
i’mma say it all…/

i’mma say it all…
pray i say it all…

(verse 4)
too moral for mabala
b i heard the noise…/
if the hustle is a key
who’ll produce the voice?/
we’s ambitious off the lean
gotta keep your poise/
b3nchmaq’s independence
to them tabloids/
errbody rapping loud
bless snazz*d/
they was cashless reppin our society!/
stogie t paid the price of an og…/
what do your fans know about a ready d?/
i was stressed out
rapping was the remedy…/
couldn’t eat
hype session’s gave us energy/
play this game till we write our documentary/
boom*bap bred kids
watchu telling me?/
proverb’s making idols
there’s a legacy/
barking up the wrong tree’s
where’s your pedigree?/
barely shoppin’ out the market, whatchu selling we?/
gotta leverage to a legend from celebrity…/

november 1 ka dezember…
these are lessons i remember!
there’s a heaven up above…
cos the angel’s show us love!
playmakers for the team…
now we’re livin out a dream!
november 1 ka dezember…
ballin like we won a tender!

november 1 ka dezember…
ballin like we won a tender!

- 2ru stori

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