South African veteran rapper Stogie T, born Tumi Molekane was on ‘Sway In The Morning’, after the likes of AKA, Cassper Nyovest, Nasty C and Kwesta.
The MC’s freestyle proves once again that he’s one of the best to ever pick up a mic as his freestyle has become a trending topic, we highlight some of his finest lines:
“I’m from the continent of poverty and long walk accomplishments
Where former heroes give birth to spoiled rotten kids
The opulent meet the poor cleaning their offices
We push rocket ships like Elon Musk, charge the whip
But still stuck in shit, cuz we don’t got a pot to piss in
So God forgives as if you gives the church half your shit
I’m bugging, still we can’t tell a pastor from a pimp
It’s Roman Catholic, it’s Anglican, it’s African tribesmen, migrant, shit, it’s masked men kidnapping kids
I say South Africa, you think Trevor,
I think Nelson, it’s half a parrot, you get mixed messages”
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“These ready-made superstars, with tattoos and scars,
And you think they can save face with a few bars
They lukewarm, I’m in true form
38 like Jordan in Utah, killing them with the flu shot
Strus God, that means trust me, I’m nutty as RuPaul
But I wear out a pussy like King Jaffe in New York
What could you do bro?
When I promise you all the smoke, I am so Calvin Broadus as Snoop Dogg
This is the diary of a mad man,
who should’ve been stamped champ but I wrote above their heads like Anne Frank
Fam, I’m a giant amongst ants, like the tyrant from Baghdad
who sayin’ (Hussein) I can’t hang on camera?
Grew up on Hammers, M16 Hammers
No dances, miss me with MC Hammer
I’m a Kool G Rap alumni, these my handlers The kufi Nas from NY,
Jesus medallion, reading Langston Hughes, el-Hajj Malik el-Shabazz and them, shit
In the pocket like the Audubon assassin
They gon’ photograph a African prototype of a starving kid
But not show you the royal blue Aston Martin whip
It’s complicated, and fuck vibranium, Educate ’em, we got ghettos too, and they orange-juice concentrated
But Bo Brady said be measured in your actions
Give them honey and pain, happiness and the anguish
Like when Tony got the flooded Roley and we called it hope
For all the times the po-po had my folks against the ropes
For all the times we drove a shawty out to Mary Stopes
And all the ones we almost broke, but still be calling hoes…”
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