RIVASAID – derrickwithaexclamationmark Lyrics
Hmm! RIVASAID, RIVASAID, RIVASAID
RIVASAID
VERSE
Hands up! Like I got a gun to your head!
Hands down like I dismembered you!
To prove my point that you can’t catch me
Or touch this level, you ain’t it
If I have to do you like a verb, it’d probably be dirty
Splash waters on you out that pot hole, look at you standing there washed
Old ass flow, repetitive flows; convince us that you are the favorite, and don’t use that flow
The floor is yours, now you drenching in sweat
Look at you soak, I can tell by the wet floor
My homeboys moved out, I’m the only one left in the South B
But Fridays we link up, and do light drugs for the weekend ushering
Talk about how the week been, the good, the bad, and the worry
You find us anywhere after grinding through the rat maze
Drink straight from the bottle and chat about a lot of topics
Mostly women, forgive us for indulging
This is the point where the boys meet comfort, and a listening ear
Piga drink, ongea ikutoke bana (skit)
I had a dream I closed a hundred million lladors, brand ambassadorship with apple
I keep many doctors away. I’m too sick
I’m sick too, I reiterate
And my woman, she acting girlish — hmm, nkt, too bitch
It dawned on me that I was sleeping on my gift
I look out my nest, indeed my peers are feasting
The early bird catches the worm
And so I had to go take what’s mine— I’m here
And you are about to see me more than your partner (sneak cheating)
My cuz moving recklessly, I see bitterness in her eyes
And actions— it ain’t his fault you wanted to play games but he did not!
Calm down, and count your loses
Learn so as to move better with your next man
Now your parents’ sister don’t wanna talk to you
Ducking your mother, your father, and pandering on another side
Never really proud of where you came from, I understand
But life can be funny—
The comic of it; you might come up in poverty, still end up noticing you’re going back in it
It’s so hard being humble
Especially with a gift like mine
You rappers better stay inside, I put Santa Claus out to grass
No more presents for you naughty naughty, say hi to Krampus
And don’t you ever say that our best rapper is-
And religion really blinded us as Afrikan
Bigger churches than all the faith sitting in it
Merch market every Sunday, okay ‘Jack of All Trades’
I’m not even mad at it, everibodii got to eat
Why I hold the Commander in so much regard
We got ideas but lack resources to execute
Right clicking life, so many options to execute
I saw a selfie of him in the People' House, where he go to?
Order from above I hear, they just had to execute!
“This ain’t blood, I promise you it is be-et-root!”— Liar!
And that’s why we went out to the streets, on that month
Was it last years? And MATHEMATICS should be compulsory!
Every branch got to come from a STEM
Nkt! What The Fuck
Uliuwa mzungu, ukabaniwa, huwezi enda UK
1952, na hizo camp zilikuwa heart wrenching
Eleven years later, happy free day Kenya
But colonialism still exist.— Black man eat another, please the white man
Many followers that would die for me like I’m McKenzie (hamna shaka, fika alafu you holla, kaka)
I keep a menu, kila Friday catch us pale La Enzi
Me and my homeboys chat about life, admire good women, and fine cars
We understand what it takes, two are locked in one is unsalaried
It’s nothing but money, pussy, and drugs steering this vibe
Funny how y’all eat ass, but the over ripped banana is where you draw the line
City, Arsenali, na Man U
Banter hapa na pale, halafu tunaingia choche pale Riverside… Leg Two, haha, yeah!
RIVASAID, RIVASAID, RIVASAID
Hmm! RIVASAID
