Rapper Tings (feat. Vikta Mirage)

Woah! Yeah!

Can you keep up with my speed?

Can you handle my power? Let's go!

Taking a toke as I munch on the queen cake

Lame flows abundant these days

I call these tings rapper tings, 'cause I'm not a rapper

If I was, this isn't some shit that I would rap after

'Cause that could only mean the last chapter

Sip on the beer then rip up your career, dash it in the trash after

What you know as a disaster? Standing against me

Now you're just dead meat

'Cause you thought you were matching my talanta, uh

They stop him on the streets

Dude who brings laughter with the jokes and on the beats

Heaping tributes on this master

All my fucking bars, imbued with slick factors

Yours simply shit stanzas, uh

Premier mic grasper

When I step up on the scene, it's like the winds scatter

Your favourite rapper's just a limp actor, fuck the chit-chatter

Leave them ass flat like a rich pastor, then I had to dip faster

Just recovered from a cold but I'm still spitting sick rhymes

To reach the level that I hold, need like six lives

I pray corruption be eroded during this life

Those shady gluttons have been leaving us a thin slice

Of the cheese, and to those who paid the grim price

RIP, fuck the P-O-lice

'Bout to have another go, she wants to hit twice

Bit the shawarma roll, then I gave her the big knife

Or a dagger to your neck like physical and violent threats

Send your family ransom texts

You're gonna pay for your cheap and random flex

Pull your skirt down Bahati, when you wear your dress

We've got children to protect from you fairies and freaks

Parents cyaan sleep, stressing over school fees

And even though we're praying for our daily bread

We still can't afford milk or eggs

Selling porridge and ugali from December to Diwali

Just to earn a few pence, barely making this month's rent

Rapper tings stand for fake rappers

And fake rappers stand for many things

Like faking it and lacking loyalty

Before you know, friends become enemies

Could be over dough, hoes, or just plain jealousy

Forever keep fakers in a state of agony

In Jehanam is where you're wallowing

And I wish you choke to death anytime you be swallowing

And speaking my name in vain

Viktari hatari, nawakanyaga chini ka miguu za farasi au nyati

Kuanzia mwanzo hadi tamati

Nawa-pressure kama speed ya Safari Rally

We safari ushaienda si ya mbali

Labda ka umetumwa dukani

Ununue kiberiti, chumvi, na packet ya sukari

Juzi nilitoka home kutafuta nare

And I was scoping all the pretty hoes hapa na pale

Kuna wale bumping boy from Tandale

And three guys on bikes doing wheelies straight

From Valley Arcade to Kawangware

Plan kila day is getting cash paid

Clap a bad dame, run a set against a Jack-8

Twenty fucking months I've spent away from that stage

Had some sad days but I'm hapa making mad plays

Taking in the sunset with my chick up in Jinja

Tick the Nile off the bucket list, take a picture

Pushing P after dinner

Mauled the coochie with my dick, so now I call him Simba, uh

Rappers think they're cold, nice, 'cause they happen to

Shoot videos with old mics on the avenue

You'd rather find another act, son

Took a shit and wiped my ass with the cover for your album

Wash your paws after using the latrine

You must be stupid abusing the rules of hygiene

That's how you get infected with the illness

Vikta Mirage never leaves any witness

Instead I leave chicks wet, satisfying fetishes

Pulling panties to the side and peeling off fishnets

Vikta Mirage is a brand you can trust

Rapper tings predicts fake rappers won't last

Selling your soul for gold, Grammys and plaques

And then Diddy rubs baby oil in your ass

Buju said fuckery's what they're selling us

But Vikta's too broke to be wasting cash

So many wars but your challenge is a TikTok dance

So many questions that I really wanna ask

Are we farmers now? So many industry plants

You think the world is yours? I think the world is cursed

Feeling blessed, I've been doing great lately so

Might fuck around and circumnavigate your lady

Probe her with toys off drinks from the liquor store

Then smoke your joints like King when he puts you in a figure-four

All I do is craft killer songs

Slide thinner thongs, get behind bigger causes

A winner, never score less, bars flawless

Abhorrent how I always serve them like it's lawn tennis

Forget Wimbledon when I take 'em to court

I'm the judge, jury, and the executioner, the gavel falls

You get sentenced

That's the reason you'll be hanging like Saddam Hussein's neck

I come from a state where you must own shares

Corrupt state of affairs, the courts are never fair

Since Gen Z, ma-youth wengi wamepotea

Na wale waliponea, macho walijionea

Murder, kidnapping

Mother ana-cry her only child died for nothing

Bodies over River Nyando, sura zimechomwa na acid

Bodies, River Nyando—

Me, I'm not a rapper, you guy, get that shit right

That's why I called this one "Rapper Tings" you guy

'Cause me, I'm not a rapper, you guy

Me, I just rhyme

You rappers are fucking wack, man

You guys have some weird fucking agendas

Doing shit just to get famous and shit, me, I'm just

Rapping about some random shit on some dope ass fucking beats, you guy

Get the fuck out of here with that bullshit, you guy

What the fuck?