Forces Ov Nature Lyrics

What I do with a pen

Must be cited as illegal like a kilogram

Of cocaina from Argentina or Rio fam

I chose to rule with iron fist but I am regal man

There's neither equal nor a sequel to the overlord

Not my DNA?

Just ignore the fraud

Throwing all my competition overboard

Into treacherous waters

Simply for ignoring the protocol

You rats and my raps is provolone

You snacking on my wisdom and intelligence

Now you wanna copy the sauce too?

For a rapper you lack etiquette

You talking with food in your mouth

If I appear you losing your spouse

I'm African King Fre$h official nomenclature

Your money ain't worth my signature

Just finish that food on your plate

Then try to digest the literature

Get the sauce but you need to catch up

Your raps is dead as a cuticle

You might not approve of my music cool

You need to take time with it like a Rubik's cube

I chose to do what goes over your head

Like a ceiling fan

Man you niggaz ain't close to the bread

Just forget it man

The bakery's closed down for business

You need to animate like the Simpsons

You too simplistic shit

A force of nature

I am an act of God

You at liberty to ignore this statement

Go ahead say it

Fuck you African King nigga you ain't the greatest

Try and make your case like a plaintiff

Or just stay stiff

Play dead like a dog in danger

Three wise King's saw the star

That pointed to the god in a manger

But no he ain't a son of Jacob

Or Joseph I'm still explosive

And horrorful

But he's still a modest dude

Maybe in the future venerated as a Oracle

Or a Babalawo droppin science in my vowels

Civilize the unwise

I suggest you tell your trainer throw the towel

City of Lusaka that's my hometown

It's a lotta shit that goes down

Catch a bus into town

Call boys is whistling

Screaming abaleya while passengers is whispering

Coz they talking politics

Never know who's listening

Both the opposition and those in power are sensitive

Especially if it's some personal shit

Like a family man caught on tape jerking his dick

For a side chick that ain't even worth it and shit

I mean all the houses and the cars that he's purchasing

You meet him you call him Sir like Alex Ferguson

You might just wanna have a word with him

And ask about all social ills you witness on a daily

Like streets kids on the corner sniffing on glue

Litter in the streets blocking drainage pipes

Dirty walls we pissing on too

Not enough public toilets we can't avoid it

Heat in the summer gets annoying

Too many blackouts mean the fridge don't work

So that food spoiling

Gotta re up

My kids can't go to school they got diarrhoea

They play house I gotta do that shit for real

Work just to get enough money to pay bills

Can't afford to pause

Take a long vacation and just chill