Power, you want to talk to me about power, right?
It's like am in a castle right now
And am overlooking Kampala's bright lights
Everybody's lined up
And my car is pulling through the streets
Everybody's saying, "Koombaye!"
I'm the Lord of the Ring
I'm not a slave, I'm a king
I float and I sting
It's my rhymes to make your heart sing
Feel the pain or the sling or the joy that I bring
I was raised in the ghetto but now I shine and I bling
When you put your heart to the ceiling, it's a G you are feeling
Hip-hop Uganda now looks up to me for healing
In the studio or the stage, I'm looking for the Shilling
Every dog has its day, it's my time for the killing
Many try hard, but they can't stop the G from winning
I'm the Best and, as long as the Art keeps spinning
I'm evolving and building
It's not the end (Baboon Forest), it's the beginning
I'm making love to the game, you can call it my Second Cuming!
As a Newton of the game, I'm a magician with the flame
When you hate, it's a shame
You've been late since I came
I'm a god, you're a pilgrim. Pay your Homage!
Let me live my dream, just let me get my cream!
(Zye, real talk, ah yeh!)
I remember growing up, sweet dreams were a myth
So you know to unman, a nigga had to sweat like Keith
Through the cold, I was gritting my teeth with my sis
With no accommodation, broke
Lying in the abyss (I remember that time)
I'm the type of nigga radio used to diss
But now am in bliss because am a crown prince
Peace to my nigga Emron for the Genesis
Coz' now we pack Greatness like Guinnesses
Baboon Forest, we the bubble geniuses
Show you how to turn dem poems into businesses
I'm not an artiste, am a legend
You're a curtain-raiser, am the main event
Don't you know, am Socrates when I think
Am Gandhi when I speak, Chinua Achebe when I rhyme
Am a GOD-guided missile, it's the heat that I seek
The Luga-flow Jet Li, it's like a kung-fu flick, the way I kick
(Zye) Aliri mawe
So I think I need some Berry-on and Rozelle (eh)
Tonight, all my troubles seem so far away (yes)
I've seen more drama than Broadway (I did, man)
In the club, I need a needle in my record play (yes)
Damn, can you let a nigga sway (What's up Mckenzie?)!
I refuse to lose like Mugabe in Zimbabwe (yes)
Leka nkole ebyange, bakole ebyabwe (hahaha)!
Rude bwai music!
Dedicated to my first love: Hip-hop
Zye! And the fans, man. Yo fans, man. The fans
Aliri mawe, I think I need some Berry-on and Rozelle, eh