c1d174170b89344b732e6ac3b17d6461_1775494484350.mp4

yeah!
 Ke tlo le repela ka sekhowa!
yeah!
kwata son!
[Intro – whisper, layered]
re busa seterata boy!....
rebusa seterata boy!...
yeah
[Verse 1 – low, controlled menace]

 
[laughing]
haahahahahahahaahahahhaa

I don’t run from the dark… I become it…
[Verse 1 – cold drill flow]
buwa
buwa

I walk in the streets, I study the fear,
they panic when silence is all they hear
Mind like a dungeon, I built from the pain,
every loss that I took was a part of the gain
No light in my vision, just flickers of rage,
I turned every cage into pages I page
I speak with the night, it responds to my tone,
I was born in the storm, now I sit on the throne
They sleep on my name, but I never sleep,
I dig in the pressure, go deeper than deep
Heart made of iron, emotions on freeze,
I move like a curse in the coldest breeze

kwata son!

[Hook – haunting, motivational]
I rise from the dark, no help, no background
I build in the pain, no place to hide
They fear my focus, they fear my grind
I am the storm they tried to define

kwata son!

[Verse 2 – aggressive drill bounce]
I don’t need peace, I need progress
Every setback turned into conquest
Mind in a war but I stay composed,
I smile in chaos, I never fold
Hear that sound? that’s pressure I carry
Too much weight but I still stay steady
They see my silence and think I’m buried
But I’m reborn when the nights get scary
No fake hope, I forge my own way,
I turn my midnight into broad day
Every demon I faced got trained,
now they work for the vision I made
 

[ low, cinematic]
MVS
from darkness… I build…
from pain… I rise…
no fear… only power…

Re busa strata ...
re busa strata boy!

Matla kelellong… matla moyeng…
Matla bophelong… matla le pokothong…

[bass]

[Hook – louder]
Re busa strata !
[laughing]
ahahahahahahahahahahahaha
[Outro – fading mantra]
kwata son!
Focused… (focused)
Fearless… (ha ke tšabe)
Unstoppable… (ha ke thibehe)
Bua…
E be wena…

[laughing]
ahahahahahahahahahahahahaahahahahah