MACHETE Lyrics

(Verse 1)

Word on the street is, Even if they tried they couldn't resist me

I bring the heat please, Edko is on fire a hundred degrees (×2) please

Hundred degrees God speed on me 360

They cannot believe, a young king from the 6 is breaking the system

This the quality, this the quality shit they've been missing

This the quality, this the quality shit I am possessing

cash Junkie is a street poet, and the 6 knows it

Ghetto champagne in my cup pouring 

Yes we were born poor, but we blame nobody

That's why we, Grinding(*3)

We tryanna settle on high flat land, that's a mansion on a plateau

We going harder than concrete,  connected at the damn roots

Déjà vu, making hits back to back

I am from a place where all mother's do what my mother does, that's hustle

Strength is built in the mind not the knuckles

(Chorus)

Born in the trenches(*2)

Fisi, ikagwa mbuna silankula kantu

This the prophesy (*2), this the prophesy of the ghetto kid descending upon thee

Naleta moto, fire blazing upon thee, solid like concrete

Silence is golden (Nkalani chete)

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This the prophecy of the ghetto kid descending upon thee

(Verse 2)

Am smokin niggas like am Thomas Shelby with the cigarette, Lord help me

Tears in my mamas eyes looking at the golden child fire dripping from its mouth

Noise at the labour ward, doctor screaming push it out baby never made sound

Silence is Golden, here's a token for your gratitude

Sermon on the mountain, am running away from the multitude

So I could never doze off, my third eye twitching

The golden child syndrome, its the cash junkie season. yeah yeah

Mayne look at the way that am beastin, I know that I make it look easy

When Ndashe is cooking I am feasting, and keep all your hate at a distance

Am coming(cummin) heavy like am nuttin in kilograms

No peace when you step in the booth with me, welcome to Vietnam

(Chorus)

Born in the trenches(*2)

Fisi, ikagwa mbuna silankula kantu

This the prophesy (*2), this the prophesy of the ghetto kid descending upon thee

Naleta moto, fire blazing upon thee, solid like concrete

Silence is golden (Nkalani chete)

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This the prophecy of the ghetto kid descending upon thee