Run Jozi ft. KO


Song Year: 
Hip Hop



[Verse One: AKA]
Started from bottom, was rolling around in that Toyota bakkie
The summer is ours, I’m hungry for power – Gaddafi Gaddafi
You ?? number two but what you see is Versace Versace
You go to my school, they get up you ?? Chris Hani Chris Hani
This is ain’t the land of the free, no propaganda machine
Handle my flag on the screen, then light a candle for ‘Dibs
Then light a candle for ‘Dibs, okay
Smoke in the jets, smoke, smoke in the jets
Smoking the ?? cigarettes
Takin’ it straight to the head
This is the sweetest revenge
Nkosi sikelela, thina, thina namagenge
Godly Godly Run Jozi, Run Jozi, Godly
[Verse Two: K.O]
My flow is so harzadous
Mfanakithi, can’t nobody handle this
I annihilated all my competition so there’s no further challenges
Look, going against the authority ntwana is totally blasphemous
In a city where having no morality is totally fabulous
what’s going on with these amateurs over the internet posting some messages?
Next thing you know your career is over, ntwana, over some characters
It’s the juxtaposition of choosing stupidity over intelligence
Ntombazana ushishiliza ngendunu phansi and you hoping for happiness
Emhlabeni k’mel’uz’bheke it’s crucial, ubothemb’itshe than uthembe umuntu
They laugh in your face while they planning to shoot you
Bafuna nj’uk’culel’amagugu
Ng’zobamba ngo-left ngik’bambe ngo-right mina kleva I’ll hurt you
We outchea living that Eskom life, yeah we in that power circle
See all I ever wanted was a peace of mind to speak my mind the streets are mine
I haven’t even reached my prime, ng’sazokwenza busy blind
Aw mina ngiy’ntsimb’edl’ezinye redefined
Just read between the lines and when the spokes lie hope you can see the grind
See the grind, yeah
K’dala sibatshela ukuthi k’phethe thina la
Kodwa kungena ngapha kuphuma ngapha,
Kungena ngapha kuphuma ngapha, kwenzenjani?
[Verse Three: AKA]
I’m something like Haile Selassie, beautiful women in…
God-speed to my competition
Fuck whatever your palm reads, I’m on the mission like
They politicians in hot seats
Fuck with the gods, top o’the charts
Name a level I can’t reach
Better check credentials
… to check the temple
Do you want progress or do you want Rolex?
Better make mine presidential, influential
More gold bottles, no role-models
This whole model is fucked up, and we all follow
No Gupta gate, no magistrate, just mami’s shake
like cold bottles
Bank notes falling, no foreign, no problem
Madiba faces in brief cases like Zim dollars
Say “Our father”