BALANS – derrickwithaexclamationmark Lyrics
INTRO
Change… is not happening you know why, cause this is how you’ve always done it
HOOK
(Sing!)
Ahahahaha… I’m back in the bank, and I’m laughing again
Carrying two duffel bags full of pure evil
They say I carry the root of it
So I frighten ‘em, when I open ‘em
“Too much Kenyattaz for a young nikka like me,” they whispering
Aghahahaha… I laugh out loud
Snatching ya women, I
Pull up in a top down, 24 inch rims
A gold teeth brace
And these whores they call, yeah, they know my name
(Oya, huyo ni dame yangu?… Fuck!)
Of course it is, we are off to the Rally!
VERSE ONE
Balans my chakras, focus my energy on what I need
To say a few words from deep down my chest
This shit heavier than Maureen Kunga’s bosom
And I swear, thеy be dropping us like flies without a carе
They got the swatter! (AAGHR!)
I say they have the swatter, and if I fly off the handle with a concern, then I’m in a mesh
With abductors— I’m rude?
I feast on your last supper, as you watch me break bread, and catch that whine
I’m truly undeniable, cannot touch hii feat
I say, “feet don’t fail me now (feet)
There is a new protest in town (yeeahw)
From June to, July bitch—
“And I hope they don’t gun us down”(tutututututuuututu)
Sadly, we lost our dog Rex and a plenty of soul
Ati you are the king of the jungle, long live Maasai!
And you celebrity don’t show up for no photo opp, ain’t about you
Never been
You wanna be seen contributing, pull up in a fashion, and catch a gimmick
(That thing) It ain’t sticking! (It ain’t. Sticking!)
HOOK
Ahahahaha… I’m back in the bank, and I’m laughing again
Carrying two duffel bags full of pure evil
They say I carry the root of it
So I frighten ‘em, when I open ‘em
“Too many Kenyattaz for a young nikka like me,” they whispering
Aghahahaha… I laugh out loud
Snatching your women, I
Pull up in a top down, 24 inch rims
Diamond teeth brace
And this whore, they call, yeah, they know my name, hm
(Ayo, is that my girlfriend?)
Of course it is, and we are off to the Rally
VERSE TWO
I hear bullshit come check to see what’s on teevee
Crime. Fiction, and Lies— ‘El Chapo’
New episode; June, 25— 2-0-2-4
Usidhani tulisahau; you even slight, “he’s alive right?”
What’s on your mind? No, IQ!
Think dick riding Tom Homan gonna get you love?
You’re the same people that don’t want your own peoples to water their plants
What you cooking, my boy?
Akili ni nywele, clearly huna zako
Not amused by your rappers at all
Claim you got it, but struggle to catch it
(Na nilifinya iPhone ikanifichulia Siri, ati—)
One time I was walking the streets of Gosui
Down the road I saw this beautiful tree, so I thought I could use a shed
No agua in my can, I just quit a work
My sexually frustrated manager giving a knack
When I thought my day was bad, as I lay down I saw a familiar face
Nikaona huyu jamaa namjua, Zak Ayo? Alaa!
Told him, “climb down the sycamore tree”
He couldn’t believe I had caught him
Resisting he did
And so I shake the tree, I shake the tree
I shake the tree, until it fell money
With a thud, my only concerns were the Kenyattaz. Kenyattaz… huhg, tha Kenyattaz
HOOK
Ahahahaha… I’m back in the bank and I’m laughing again
Carrying two duffel bags full of pure evil
They say I carry the root of it
So I frighten ‘em, when I open ‘em
“Too much Kenyattaz for a young nikka like me,” they whispering
Aghahahaha… I laugh out loud
Snatching your women, I
Pull up in a top down, 24 inch rims
A gold teeth brace
And these whores they call, yeah, they know my name, hmm
(Ayo, is that my woman?)
Of course it is, and we are off to the goddamn Rally
OUTRO SKIT
Eye witness, Benson Kamau paints a diffrent pikcha claiming the incident was not an accident but a case of gross negligence
Alikuwa mulevi. Alikuwa mulevi
Mimi siwezi toa, hiyo thirty, heeh
Sasa… aliendaa akashika ile shuma, alishika hewa
Yeah it is turue!
