Controlla Made Me Do It Lyrics

Got nothing against Peels, he never acted like he liked me

Heard you got a kid now, my nigga, 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 anticipation 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 damned if we lose all that power because we battle

For what? A motherfucking 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 nigga