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controlla made me do it (freestyle) - malcom mufunde lyrics

got nothing against peels, he never acted like he liked me
heard you got a kid now, my n*gga, congratulations
happy as a clam, we celebrated in the neighborhood
‘cause one of our own breezed through to relish fatherhood
you know where we come from; the red*light district
bringing home the bacon and winning is not in this script
you hit the jackpot, bro, that must be dreamlike
i know you not exactly where you want but does it feel like
elysium is closer than it’s ever been before?
i hope against hope it’s not as dreadful anymore
that your desired goals don’t slip away from your hands
and destiny and your place in the sun will make amends
but disregard r. peels, i wanna talk to tanaka
the public enemy who made everything out the gutter
who jacked and bullied beats with jax da beat bully
pursued the sight of heaven and coined kudenga kure
the smart kid from nyahuni who used to fiddle with mics
eva’s grandchild up in the chitown night
an arrogant peasant who hacked the shrubs of the hustle
and cemented his legacy into the concrete jungle
but still dunned by the culture, continually criticized
regardless, persevered, crusading with every rhyme
a chip on his shoulder, he skirmished with everyone
not deterred by resistance, persisted in every rant
i wanna talk to the kid who said god was his therapist
cursed by man but still found blessings within his reach
like a dedicated fanbase, one willing to die for him
forty*five tracks, they’ll listen to every one of ‘em
tanaka, awards mean little to me
and winning over you don’t mean you are little to me
i would trade all of these tonight for half of your glory
if you’d won instead, believe me, i’d be rejoicing
irrespective of your feelings, i look at you as my fam
‘cause the weed that we smoke and the jazzman is the same
the n*o*p makoni that we jump on is the same
the tuckshops we buy from, the struggle is the same
here we go again, i’m trynna buy drugs for the pain
but it turns out the drugs are now a pain to buy again
and we got pressing issues, we got pressing issues
but the press got no freedom, they ain’t pressing issues
no power, so we never afford to press these issues
take me back to a time that precedes these issues
‘cause now we always have sadza and no beef with it
and we hate the sadza so much, we have beef with it
i’m on the foreign exchange watching the dollar rise
but the governor still hesitant to dollarize
the government ain’t organized but the crime is
the citizens are agonized, it’s been a crisis
but they keep accusing the times and excusing themselves
and we the ones to find a way when they keep losing themselves
the freedom didn’t come free like a sperm donation
we’re the seeds that sprouted to get our fathers a paycheck
so i’ll scream in chitown until they hear it in mandara
mabvuku*tafara, this is for dzamara
we wasn’t born free, it was a marketing ploy
indoctrinated a generation they set to destroy
freedom’s when i can vote for a ndebele ruler
just put an x on that paper like i’m lobengula
when i can say what’s on my mind without fear of execution
and do a 360 and incite a revolution
why do sinners live better than saints?
the devil explains you gotta sin to make cents
that’s why the public figures never made their figures public
to win a seat in parly means you’ll never stand for something
mind over matter, i learnt to mind my own matters
for it’s hard to run your mouth when you’re not running with the mayor
sometimes we play dumb so they could never outsmart us
chameleons may be slow but never show their true colors
trust issues; so on our own, we carried our weight
and skipped leg day, could never work out with them snakes
this is our land, we gon run it our way
and i promise we gon make it someday
‘cause if my ink had a soul, you could feel the regret
in my pen, as i write and simultaneously reflect
on my days of wine and roses, herbs and narcotics
grateful i didn’t land up as a dope fiend
but an average joe, never thought i’d be average though
if i wrote about it, i’d empty this cartridge, bro
i been down on my luck since i started dreamchasing
triggered a war between antic*p*tion and impatience
as a child, i spoke a lil reckless
thought i’mma be wealthy and famous, well*loved and well*respected
in hindsight, i see the optimism of crackpots
life is like the lottery, i counted on jackpots
at 25, it all started to dawn on me
should i blame my misfortunes or put it on the economy?
whatever happened, i could never put my finger on it
dad told me to move on and not linger on it
i know you relate to this, tanaka
this is what we should be fighting against, not one another
we in a privileged position to speak for our ghetto
and i’d be d*mned if we lose all that power because we battle
for what? a motherf*cking hip*hop award?
i got three but still paden pangu habapude vat
twenty albums between us but we still ain’t over
holy ain’t in that range but he already got a rover
pipe dreams ever since we had the sleek in our hair
we used to listen to our favs and simulate their raps
that was us at the feet of the greatest, grinding away
pre*school fun day stage, trying our hand
and our own chops, used to record on our nokias
making lil voice notes, bad raps and nostalgia
baby steps, we used to crayon out our lyrics
we saw the world in color, now it’s black*and*white to me
cut class ‘cause we learnt a lot from the walkman
piled on the pounds from the soul food on dope tapes
ear candling with the samples and break beats
volume too loud so our fathers would dead it
earphones on before we’d heard of ‘em dre beats
but top of our wish list was to rap over dre beats
thanks, hip*hop, you gave me something to settle for
if i’d my druthers, i’d live my life in a record store
so what‘s gon happen in the summer?
we’ll both be nominated again, will there be drama?
they boo’d when i won, the reaction was unanimous
then talked about the boos like it’s alcoholics anonymous
ekwedu 2 is coming and it’s gonna be my best
whatever you are working on, i’m wishing you the best
should i win again, to be honest, that’d be cool
but if we’re nominated together, i’ll be rooting for you
my n*gga

- malcom mufunde lyrics

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