01.

Intro
Intro: DJ Mace
Yaad!
M_cky on the beat
Welcome to Emcee FM at Yaad Universe and Coco Entertainment with DJ Mace!

Verse: Malcom Mufunde

Feel like a loyal slave; hardest working nigga in my field
How come a brother got more energy than Exxon Mobil?
What I did with my power? I'd work done overtime
And I murdered your favorite rapper, man, I swear on his life
That's what talent will do, they might be talented too
But I'm too talented, that's their talent times two
And if I go, who's gonna afford to do what I do?
I'm like Kanye, it's expensive to walk in my shoes
But I swear I got the answers why they don't pay me for real
It's only industry plants getting the green like chlorophyll
But I won't stay out, I'll make a Trojan entrance
I'm a menace to the gatekeepers, I'm CR7
So they keep an eye on me, they got Cyclops watching
Coz even at my lowest, I'm always up to something
I write magic on this pad and my wand is the pen
A faith healer, even the illest rappers believe in me
The journey hasn't been rosy, they won't give me my flowers
It hasn't been a clean ride, I ain't been to the car wash
Can't even count on my brothers
I'm playing Truth or Dare with liars and cowards
 I'm unlike these other rappers and they don't like that
They want me to act the same way like I'm typecast
But mathematically, they can't even compare
Coz with me, the difference is I've got something to add
I drew the line when they told me how to write my lines
So I'd to work out my angles with no cosign
And the music never got on the stereo
With no radio edit, who could've aired it on radio?
And they told me that the fans' biggest fear
Was to hear music that ain't really music to their ears
But I did it without airplay
I'm underground but fire so I made hell there
My downfall is just one awful lyric away
See how much I lay on the line with every line that I lay?
It's easy money if I dumb down the bars for the clout
But a quick buck usually crashes down the road
Coz the thing about money is that money ain't a thing
Appreciate I'm the GOAT though I ain't eating these greens
From the young rapper they barred from getting involved
I think Darwin would be proud how my style has evolved
And there needs to be a semester of hip-hop college
That dissects my entire discography's knowledge
Still a student of the game but I'm in the Ivy League
So we might have the same degree but not at the same degree
I put the game in a different shape and a new dimension
I'd to kill so many rappers for rap to be resurrected
That was devilish but a necessary evil
The people say I'm the man coz I'm a man of the people
I come from a long line of legends
But I'm the first to become a legend with lines
 And I'm the greatest of this generation
If you can't tell it's my time, time will tell it's mine
I still got sixty years to go rapping
It's time travel; was born in the 90's, I'll die in my 80s
I'm forward-thinking but I keep it in the back of my mind
For it's pointless to share my vision with the blind
Put your nose in my business, I'll leave you looking like the Great Sphinx
Neurology says I'm mad sick
The GOAT, The Legend, The Rap God and Rap King
I got more titles than Netflix
And it's chess moves only, I'm well-calculated
And five figures is my Elo rating
I'm the kind of man who's not akin to mankind
I'm a natural when it comes to these man-made rhymes
Malcom
 02. Blown Rubber
Intro: DJ Mace
Mamuka seiko, mhuri yeZimbabwe, zviri kuhamba here? Tinokutendai nekupindira
chirongwa chedu. Welcome to Emcee FM! Ini ndoitwa DJ Mace and I'll be on the decks
this morning tichikupakurirai mitakunanzva yemusambo wehip-hop. Nguva dzedu dziri
kuti 3 minutes after 9. Landlord vamuka manje. Havambochemachema ukaputitsa
maspeaker. Hande tone!

Verse 1: Malcom Mufunde

What a time to be alive! Y'all can witness me killing it
Cobra on the beat for I kill when I spit on it
More than just a legend, I'm a mutant in the making
And my power's from the flow, this is hydroelectric
Between me and these rappers, there's a greater-than sign
So don't draw parallels with me; we don't write the same lines
I'm not godless for in hip-hop I believe
And even if it gets rocky, I'll stick to the creed
I was down for a while, I thank the fans for the loyalty
And since I went on top, I know you'll never get over me
That's the dichotomy of wearing the crown
Since I'm the guy on the top, I should be holding it down
And to those who pretend to love me
I study polymer science, I know smiles made of plastic
I'll still stand without your support
Been on the come up for long, I won't come up short
I've come a long way, been doing this for way long
When everyone was getting sick of me, I had to stay strong
Now married to the game, was friendzoned for a while
 I'd to play the long game, now I'm in overtime
I can't be the face of hip-hop if I'm wearing a mask
So I found my spark and decided to take charge
Only emcee who took the other direction with mic
They all left, now I'm the only one who writes
I'm ready for the limelight now
I coulda perished in the dark so I cherish the light now
I want this more than ever, I want this forever
Took a breath like an air compressor, now they feel the pressure
See, there's a lotta hunger in this African kid
But I'm hungry for something the United Nations won't give
Coz what I want is the world
Have all the nations united in the palm of my hands
My life soundtrack is in G10; I live on a high note
You'll need two G5s to fly up to my spot
I'm either number one or nothing; I'm a binary system
I don't have to play God, I'll just make you meet him
Only in hip-hop is cruelty considered kindness
Coz I kill everyone yet they call me the nicest
No student debt, this is sponsored education
Gave rappers a scholarship just to teach them a lesson
I gave 'em a hell of a time coz I been hot for a while
I'm the king of the jungle, my credentials are wild
It's a different sport in the streets
I'm from a city where ballers hit goofballs with baseball sticks
So it's a blessing that I made it here
I get the picture clear, never lost focus like a blur
And my discography is lovely
Body of work like a plus-size model, it's well-rounded
 Verse 2: Stiiv
If Fortune was still alive, vamwe taidai tine mbiri
Worship Internet mashavi, take a knee wapinda
We still real, we still ill, we suffer dementia
Darker the hour after
Ko education is the key; the pearly gates akatyokera
I'm like a bastard akarerwa, hama don't love us
Make me feel like ndakazvarwa from a blown rubber
Born sinner muruchiva, tuka baba ubudirire
Mabvi muvhu ndapfugama; hosanna ndiyamure
Osama ndinyanduri, all summer pamumvuri werufu
Darker mazuva ekupedzisira, doing dirty pamacorner
Air my laundry kuBindura
Sipping salts ndimbodura misodzi yandadurura
Let it flow zvandakanyora
Lord, in this life and after, ndakagadzira machapter
Ndine maraps anolaster, ndakapfugama ndikafaster
Ndakazodzikamisa hana, hanzi ndakatambisa mukana
Aiwa ndaigadzirira nzira, ndaisada Satan mudhiri
Ndaisayevedzwa nezvenyika, dzaiuya mhepo ndichivhika
Rugare kune vanotenda, tibatane nemari inotenga
Mari yakatengesa Jesu, mari ine zvitema ndachema
 03. KuChitown
Intro: DJ Mace
That was Malcom Mufunde naStiiv- vapfanha vepaChitungwiza apo, kwaSeke, coming
through with Blown Rubber- unozodeiko, mwana wamai? Chitown, muri sei? Hanzi
naBaba Fudge ndiridzireiwo KuChitown! Kasong keweekend ka, waiketa? Ukuita sei!

Interlude: TiNaYe
Got this rum and gin and you, ladies
You, ladies

Verse 1: Malcom Mufunde

Ah
Tisu boys re top soccer; wakutamba nezvivharo
Mupyramid scheme, tokushaisa mufaro
Disco lights grind, madhiri anobakabaka
I express zviri pamoyo; Utakataka
Ndini mambo ende hapana ane nharo
Throne yangu i electric chair; ndinofira pachigaro
Ndofamba ndichirira coz ndopfeka bhero
Ndoita chimero; sekustana naPokello
Ndodhakwa nezvinovava, handidi zviri yummy yummy
Ndotoda Zambezi kunge Nyaminyami
So kutonaz takacharger
Nemabhebhi tumatsono twekuti mbudzi twunocharger
Ndiri moto; vapfanha, musatamba neni
Ndokupfekedzai marata kunge fireman
Handichaterere zvaNick, ndakutsvaga ramangwana rakanaka
 Ndichimhanya muzviround seraka-raka

Hook: Malcom Mufunde & TiNaYe

KuChitown kuZengeza
Tiri paGomba takaleza nemagen'a
Got this rum and gin and you, ladies
You, ladies
KuChitown kuZengeza
Tiri paGomba takaleza nemagen'a
Got this rum and gin and you, ladies
You, ladies

Verse 2: Malcom Mufunde

Netwumabhebhi twunorova doro
Zvonakidza kuona kanjiva kakabata gondo
Kanoti kabva pabhodhoro
Tokabatira kuGomba kunge chivharo chekodo
Boys rangu maJapanese, rokudyirai masushi
And tokurova ukada kutsiva saManyuchi
SeJordan sign, mbhebhi wako anovhura deya
Manje ndoita saRonaldinho pafeya
Handisi bodybuilder but ndokusimudzira simbi
Ndopisa maNice kunge mota yaGinimbi
Hahaha, saka usazoshupika
Or kuita godo saBaba Shupi ka
These silly rappers got girls vanodhakwa mumabar
Apa ivavo vakadhakwa pamabar
Tozokunzwirai tsitsi masiiwa and you strive
Bhebhi wako akupa bhutsu and akupfekedza size
 Hook: Malcom Mufunde & TiNaYe
KuChitown kuZengeza
Tiri paGomba takaleza nemagen'a
Got this rum and gin and you, ladies
You, ladies
KuChitown kuZengeza
Tiri paGomba takaleza nemagen'a
Got this rum and gin and you, ladies
You, ladies

Verse 3: Malcom Mufunde

Tichimingler nehobho njani
Togona kungokubatira simbi sebhobhojani
Toposta pabook nemamodels
Maposts acho toona malaika semamodels
We're royalty, tine maCastle inside
Ndina queen wangu paside vakabata king size
Kunge station yana Patience Musa
Uchazongoona ndati zii mandiwanzira Super

Hook: Malcom Mufunde & TiNaYe

KuChitown kuZengeza
Tiri paGomba takaleza nemagen'a
And you, ladies, you ladies
Got this rum and gin and you, ladies
You ladies
KuChitown kuZengeza
Tiri paGomba takaleza nemagen'a
Got this rum and gin and you, ladies
You, ladies
Got this rum and gin and you, ladies
You, ladies
 04. Amai
Intro: TiNaYe
Usazokanganwa amai, usazokanganwa amai
Usazokanganwa amai, usazokanganwa amai

Verse 1: Malcom Mufunde

Yuh
The navigation says I'm far from perfect, but in the right direction
I remember ditching class, that's how I learned my lesson
I just wanted to fly, my spirit was more like MJ's
Trynna be like Mike, just wanted to walk in 'em Jays
Till I discovered a different mic and started to spit
Entirely devoted my life to killing these beats
But the labels turned me down, I didn't turn up on the beat
So my numbers were poor; I didn't have the reach
But these words carry weight, there's volume to my poetry
In plain words, my rap is solid, pardon the geometry
Who could square up with me?
Never went outta shape, I run circles around emcees
I don't mean to attack, nah, and in my defense
I put our differences aside and made a huge difference
I made peace with them rappers, just never come for my spot
The only time I have beef is when I eat up your GOAT
Can't even write a wack line now, it's kinda risky
They've got eyes on every syllable like Mississippi
I know we took the same notes but I had a different code
Since I showed up on the scene, they've seen me on every show
 Gave it a hundred percent, it's my philanthropy work
They say the good die young, I shoulda died in my birth
So ahead of my time the clock has to adjust
I'm at the finish line and I've been here from the start
As I scribble and paint pictures with these colorful words
The pen I draw with makes these rappers withdraw their pen
It comes back full circle, they memorize history
But I had to create memories first to make history
I'm the last of my species; I'm basically Denver
Stuck in an era where they show fake love to real rappers
I'm from the bottom but I'mma see the top of the world
And if I don't see it, then I'mma topple the world
Still got close when nobody opened doors for me
I burned bridges with everybody that done crossed me
Many say they're the greatest, I'm the greatest to ever say it
I'm just here to destroy, it's the reason I'll never make it
Can't let a beat breathe, my intention is to kill
So it's not just the ink but the blood that I spill
Put a price on rappers' heads and I'm a multimillionaire
Don't beg me to spare your body, I already brought the body bag
But let me go back to my theme
I'm like Leo in Inception, just trynna live the dream
Been doing this for so long, funny I'm still in my youth
Figures do not lie, I'll let you figure out the truth

Hook: TiNaYe
Rimwe zuva zvichanaka
Usazokanganwa amai, usazokanganwa amai
Rimwe zuva zvichanaka
Usazokanganwa amai, usazokanganwa amai
 Verse 2: Malcom Mufunde
Been meaning to get this load off my chest like breast reduction
So much drive in me, I could never confine to road instructions
He just beat me to the fame
But it feels like I was rapping before Juan Méndez had made a name
My mission was to nail it, and start driving Hummers
But my raps never came with the dough, unlike shawarmas
I know rappers without the drive but they got automobiles
Still my ink goes further like I write with a quill
But they kept me away from the limelight like a mistress
I'm a sick rapper who never got the preferential treatment
Fake rappers effing with ballers, you're like Kendall to me
Even with the loadshedding, none of you could hold a candle to me
Coz I got enough bars to go compete with a hive
I hate them atheists and agnostics who doubt I'm alive
Niggas try to harden up when they see me reach my goals
But I still hit the net like injuries in the playoffs
Listen to the streets; my bars have always made noise
So to me, raising the bar is simply raising my voice
Even academics struggle with my lines, they complex like that
I'm the star that goes over your head like Birdman's tat
I'm back on my dope shit, this is a relapse
I really rap dope, I'm feeling like a Rizla
Bars hotter than Dakota, I got these fans fanning
Been winning for so long, I'll always smell like confetti
If they were championships with them rings, I'd feel like Tolkien
I made Trash just to make them stop that trash-talking
My lyrics paint pictures, my pen doubles as a brush now
Every page is photographic, that's the essence of an album
 Lines too crazy, they put my bars in straitjackets
This is food for thought for the mentally malnourished
I'm the hottest and the sickest; these are fever symptoms
They could never touch my lines, man, I rap asymptotes
You add my energy in total, I can fuel the nation
So many moves, feels like I achieved perpetual motion
Niggas say I'm not that guy
I'm on my Stephen A. Smith like you're wrong and here's why

Hook: TiNaYe
Rimwe zuva zvichanaka
Usazokanganwa amai, usazokanganwa amai
Rimwe zuva zvichanaka
Usazokanganwa amai, usazokanganwa amai

Outro: TiNaYe
Usazokanganwa amai, usazokanganwa amai
Usazokanganwa amai, usazokanganwa amai
 05. Akomana
Intro: DJ Mace
Ndiwo musha wacho weHip-Hop uno, akomana. Zviri kunakidza here? Hanziiko
naLandlord, hahaha? Kune vachangopindira muchirongwa, this is Emcee FM with DJ
Mace. Thank you for tuning in.

Verse 1: Malcom Mufunde

Uh
Single and educated; a bachelor with a bachelor's
Going for Masters and own my own masters
I made a deal with God
That whoever touches me is gonna have to deal with God
If I'm an atheist, why do they follow me religiously?
I'm Mary, never F'd up but I'm still delivering
The show, the beat or rappers? Who should I kill?
I'mma execute you first then execute your will
And violate the peace offering
They didn't wanna put me on, I'm now offing them
Let me jog your memory
Thoughts come over my head; There's Something About Mary
I used to serve the beef raw to a roster of rappers
Then went to culinary school and learnt to roast rappers
Either way, I'm killing any one in the way
Making them step away every step of the way
I'm from where the cops are on the wrong side of the law
From where the military shoot us but we soldier on
In my family tree, we all grew through it
 I'm a seed that survived through the cutting and shooting
Just an apple that didn't fall that far from the tree
I'm trynna make you understand my situation's gravity
How I ascended to the heavens from the dirty abyss
Where drug dealers get us stoned to death like Saint Steve
Cream of the crop in class, maybe weed made us smart
It's the irony of blunts making us sharp
Before my fanbase grew, this is how I grew up
Boston Marathon; was running the streets before I blew up

Hook: TiNaYe
Usazokanganwa amai, usazokanganwa amai
Rimwe zuva zvichanaka, usazokanganwa amai
Usazokanganwa amai

Bridge: DJ Mace
Hanzi naZimbo Girl on Twitter, ehyeka- ndomimhanzi iyi. Musatikanganwe isu ana mai,
yes. Tibateika paTwitter, tiripo futi. #EmceeFM, tiri paYaad Universe.

Verse 2: Malcom Mufunde

Yeah
From the city of real Gs in fake Gucci
Cops shooting at will like a Bad Boys movie
So when those in control act out of control
We just go back to the bars like violating parole
Coz it's with these metaphors, I murder my foes
No one has f'd up these many rappers since Amber Rose
I'm the father of bars, everyone else is under par
You get it? I am the father, so they come under Pa
Academically, I'm the smartest rapper there is
 They say they're hot metaphorically, I've got actual degrees
I'm too good for this; I'm Michael Phelps in a bathtub
I'mma never drown and I'll back that up like iCloud
Eating these rappers, who said a GOAT is a herbivore?
Their careers frozen, wonder why they won't let it go
In any town, I'm the nicest
Beat them at their home like domestic violence
That's me crossing lines without a stamp on my passport
Still going; a terminus won't make these bars stop
As I operate like a tyrant
Take you out in public and hang you by your privates
Taking Ws like the world wide web
All these rappers in my shadow now, that's how I throw shade
And they've been writing better since I offered assistance
The way they sucking my D will put lollipops out of business
Thou shall not kill so I bury them alive
Beatles catalog; you know I get possessed with the mic
Tell your crew anybody get it
The signal depends on who you are in a band with
And your money never fazed me
Keeping rappers in check no matter how much they're cashing
Shots fly in all directions, I lost my bearing
You just watch how I operate like assistant surgeons

Hook: TiNaYe
Usazokanganwa amai, usazokanganwa amai
Rimwe zuva zvichanaka, usazokanganwa amai
Usazokanganwa amai
Usazokanganwa amai, usazokanganwa amai
Rimwe zuva zvichanaka, usazokanganwa amai
 Usazokanganwa amai

Outro: DJ Mace
Hanzi ndiye here Malcom wekuimba Trash uyu naMr. Zikhali? Hongu, vakuru, ndiye
wacho. Hanzi ndoyega Trash yakasurviver murambatsvina iyi, hahaha. Nguva dzedu
dzakuti 17 minutes after 9. Muri seiko mhuri yeZimbabwe. Vane bhabharasi, vari kuma
small house, nevamwe vasina kurara- vana mahobho nevaroyi, hahaha. Hanzi pamwe
nema wack emcees varikushaiswa hope nempfanha uyu. Vanhu vanotaurisa akomana.
 06. Signature
Intro: TiNaYe
Matama anovaima nemunyu wemisodzi
Ndachemera ngirozi, ndabuditsa misodzi

Verse: Malcom Mufunde

I can't escape my wounds, they make you who you are
Silly Simba, I'll never run away from a scar
Gave up too many times for the backlash I received
Felt like a Neanderthal how they caved me in
See how I defy the odds but I'll always be the one
Now they taking me serious but I do this for fun
A lotta rappers are crooked; I ain't talking about I
180 degrees; I keep it straight in every line
And the verses come in numbers like the fourth book of the Bible
Criminal; had 12 following me like Christ's disciples
Reached another degree of innovation
No 360 deal but they've my songs in rotation
Yet all these punchlines and not a dollar I've seen
No Elangeni, the bars don't really come with the green
I guess I gotta water down and make the bars liquid
You keep it solid, you can never make your pockets liquid
But them dawgs bite my style, I gotta test for rabies
I just pride myself in being humble at it
You can't wish to be this good, there's no genie for genius
Been singing for too long; this the voice of experience
Never checked a price tag, I do this at all costs
 And field on my own; I catch bodies and throw shots
It's ironic how they tried to write off their best writer
Now all my words come with a punch like a typewriter

Chorus: Malcom Mufunde

Even mathematicians couldn't figure me out
I made a countless achievements since they counted me out
But let me mind my own business
Those who need my company, it ain't publicly listed
My immortal raps will live for me way after my time
So I'll be the best rapper alive even after I die
Coz anything I write is a masterpiece in literature
There's even a punchline in my signature

Verse 2: Malcom Mufunde

See, there's a magical science in my lyrics
The flow is solid, I know that defies physics
The best at this and this ain't even what I do the best
I kill rappers and make you weep for the dead like a hearse
I'm like Black Hippy or Slaughterhouse, the fact is
I'm not just an emcee, I'm a collective
I run the show, they struggle to keep up
Rappers getting more tired than an eighteen-wheeler
I put my heart in this, they know they can't match my cardio
But still try to jump over the point like Super Mario
Two classics in a row, I been on a roll
Aiming for three in a row like tic-tac-toe
I know rappers who used to run the game till they
Lost legs on the scene like the serpent in Eden
But I'm a colonizer; I'm here to stay
 Been dope for so long calling me dope is now a cliché

Chorus: Malcom Mufunde

Even mathematicians couldn't figure me out
I made a countless achievements since they counted me out
But let me mind my own business
Those who need my company, it ain't publicly listed
My immortal raps will live for me way after my time
So I'll be the best rapper alive even after I die
Coz anything I write is a masterpiece in literature
There's even a punchline in my signature

Outro: DJ Mace
This is Emcee FM
 07. Me & The VI
Intro: DJ Mace
Ha, anofa chete nhasi naspeaker. Ichi chinonzi Me & The VI; Malcom Mufunde naVI The
Law. Hanzi Vee-Eye The Law nevasina kuita maRoman Numerals kuprimary uku.
Tikukuzivai.

Hook: TiNaYe
Glory, you been on my mind
I got my eyes on you

Verse 1: Malcom Mufunde

Used to be a lotta sick rappers until the herd immunity
We used to live the Hollywood life without filming it
Didn't give an F, now no one's effin' with me
I guess getting my D is not as simple as ABC
We ain't even, that's just something that they oddly mention
The new school is too soft so I'm hardly mentioned
So I could never get their vote
In a country where politics is the highest-paying job
I'm from where one constituency got three MPs
I got it twisted; made a living off of mp3s
See, I'm ruthless with these bars but I take no prisoners
I'm not a racist film but still I whitewash 'em niggas
Who make lullabies and complain that we sleeping on them
My beats don't have a super bass but still I did it on 'em
Niggas ain't even good enough but still they hope for better
I just learnt to mind my own business like a sole trader
 And don't F around in these bars; there ain't no conjugal visits
I'm allergic to failure; I win for medical reasons
As long as I write, I could never go wrong
Got my mind on the vision like the Infinity Stone
I got Dairibord dreams of stacking the cheddar
So I'm in the office, Dunder Mifflin trynna stack the paper
Picasso with the rhymes; paint a picture with my words
Make 'em so colorful, I turn the canvas into a pride flag
It's Malcom

Hook: TiNaYe
Glory, you been on my mind
I got my eyes on you, yeah
You're the story that I'm trying to write
I'm alive for you, yeah

Verse 2: VI The Law

Yeah
I used to watch the Silver Brumby, now I'm watching Bojack
My voice is getting hoarse, man; these verses are so Kodak
Black, picture the dark moments I've gone through
It feels like loadshedding when the game treats you like bedding
Why you sleeping on me? Why you act so phony?
Like I spent the whole day on the phone, I know that this my calling
Do I need some airtime so I can keep it going?
Hear my voice on air, will that lead to blowing?
I keep the right brothers around me so I'm like a Boeing
Stay uplifted when you're gifted so you keep on going
Growing pains feel like groin pains; life hits you below the belt
It's never played fair, just be happy with the cards you're dealt
 That Solitaire is solitary, man, it's up to you
Gotta seek your higher self for a better view
You know God got you if you need a parachute
When life comes crashing down, you got a different attitude, yeah
Divine resilience till you define resilience
Don't chase the girls who busy chasing Brazilians
Inner peace is worth more than a million
Don't let the change be skin-deep like chameleons
It's way deeper than that
Surface level existence is what's been holding you back
We all walk a tightrope so I can't cut you some slack
Bunjee-jump over the edge, I pray that you make it back
Facts

Hook: TiNaYe
Glory, you been on my mind
I got my eyes on you, yeah
You're the story that I'm trying to write
I'm alive for you, yeah
Glory, you been on my mind
I got my eyes on you, yeah
You're the story that I'm trying to write
I'm alive for you, yeah

Outro: Malcom Mufunde

If my word is a weapon, then I'm leading in this arms race
My complexion is proof light is slower than darkness
I don't need to sell out shows to prove I'm a legend
Without the greatest turnout, it still turns out I'm the greatest
If my hand is a weapon, then I'm Goro in this arms race
Don't be surprised if my punches go over your head
I've been eating beats for that folic acid
I flood up drainage systems, who can flow like this?
Yo, who can flow like this?
08. Signature (Reprise)

Intro: TiNaYe
Matama anovaima nemunyu wemisodzi
Ndachemera ngirozi, ndabuditsa misodzi

Interjection: DJ Mace
Vamwe vati pullo, vechirungu vati encore, encore
Hanzi dzokorodza kanonzi Signature ako
Yahman!
Totaura pachirasta ka kuti tiise kaspice so; twumunyumunyu

Verse: Malcom Mufunde

I'm now at the center of something that I do on the side
I know rappers that do this full-time but they're fooling with time
They compare how every rapper measures up to Malcom
Still the gold standard even for rappers that sell platinum
Criterion Collection how I drop classics
No one can control I though I write in italics
Found the meaning of life through my words, no Merriam
Spit so many flows, turn the booth to an aquarium
Cardiac surgeon; I touch their hearts
This is Seuss meets Zeus; I'm a god with the rhyme
And a lot of y'all only prefer the truth when it suits
Or it soothes, I gave you the truth in its birthday suit
Tired of rappers that just rap to record
And act fly without bars like it's airplane mode
I'm rush-hour bad
 Slow traffic with every bar coz every line is a gem
And I no longer shout, "It's Malcom in the building!"
I'd to leave these so-so rappers room for improvement
I'll always give everything for the movement
But deliver through my terms like a pregnant woman
It's like the writing on the wall coz my pen is still godly
And I got these bars for rap like Bill Cosby
They say it's never about the money in this game
So I gave it a hunnid but they still want change
My bars are forever products
Coz it's food for thought they digest over and over
My features cost an arm and leg coz I leave them paralyzed
It's the art of war and I draw the battle lines
There's no one I can't stop
I was the class bully at the school of hard knocks
And I can do this from dusk till dawn
Toe to toe, I make them all taste defeat like Tarantino
I want all of the smoke, I'm the Marlboro Man
And leave the rap game looking like Hiroshima, Japan
I detonate the minute I press record
Leave the booth with more dead beats than maintenance court
I go to war when I flow, you'd think I'm the Navy
Flatline every rapper on every label that curved me
The dream is to make so much green
Deforestation is the only way they could desert me
Kept raising the bar high, I got the standards dizzy
Kept pressing the wrong buttons like I ain't tech-savvy
Put my spirit into music, this is physics to y'all
Coz I managed to condense my soul into a flow
 Outro: Malcom Mufunde
Even mathematicians couldn't figure me out
I made a countless achievements since they counted me out
But let me mind my own business
Those who need my company, it ain't publicly listed
My immortal raps will live for me way after my time
So I'll be the best rapper alive even after I die
Coz anything I write is a masterpiece in literature
There's even a punchline in my signature
 09. Commercial Break
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Malcom Mufunde and Mcpotar coming through with Mukombe.
 10. Mukombe
Hook: TiNaYe
Ndichatora mikombe, tora mukombe
I'll be hunting the glory, and writing my story
Ndichatora mikombe, tora mukombe
I've been hunting the glory, and writing my story

Verse 1: Malcom Mufunde

Let's reverse the alphabet:
I was born in the H
Just another young G who could never give an F
In this land of ED, we learn prudence
See, me was just trynna be an A student
I hear them all gassing like the stats don't matter
But I'm the GOAT solidified, it's the state of the matter
Came in the game and the blue checkmarks blue-ticked me
Now I put a mop in their flow and mop the floor with it
Started making headlines like an artistic barber
And accumulated plaques, now it feels like tartar
Thinking back to when cold feet was a literal feeling
See, even the beat had kicks but I didn't
Diaries of the broke and famous
I'd already made the papers 'fore I made the paper
How rappers don't get rich but got wealth of experience
I guess poverty is the curse of the brilliant
If experience is a teacher, I'm flexing my PhDs
Only way hip-hop dies is if I kill every beat
 Writing A1 lines on these A4 pages
In a country where the oldest people drive the latest
I just follow my calling
I live to separate the appealing from the appalling
I stand with the brothers that pledge allegiance to the microphone
And climb to the top of the Kalahari as a stepping stone

Hook: TiNaYe
Ndichatora mikombe, tora mukombe
I'll be hunting the glory, and writing my story
Ndichatora mikombe, tora mukombe
I've been hunting the glory, and writing my story

Verse 2: Malcom Mufunde

Patience will always pay, I learnt that from medical bills
Blessed are the meek, I was chasing dreams for a meal
I used to dream big but it was all a dream
Now I deal in breaking records trynna get a record deal
Over rappers that failed math but still move numbers
Or those that fell off but rap about balance
And made green with that shit like sewer fertilizer
I was killing cyphers, they were mumbling shit we couldn't decipher
Nigga, I elevated bars like Jermaine with Dreamville
And look into the future through my rear view
No longer the best rapper on earth, I'm outta this world now
I got them surfboarding trynna ride on my wave now
Cupid brought my old lovers back to me
Shot an arrow through my exes like TSG
Producers make a killing off instrumentals
I went the other way; I'm killing off instrumentals
 I'm like menopause to this hip-hop game
I'll make sure these pussy rappers never flowing again
Do 'em dirty whenever I rock 'em clean though
Never played safe even when Nutty O blew on the radio
God is the ultimate judge and he stays in the clouds, then
Don't tell me there's something wrong with clouding my judgment
I wasn't only hot when I came
I stayed with the heat for long like Udonis Haslem

Verse 3: McPotar
I'm not a boxer, but I found the mic enticing
I'm in my boxers, ladies finding Mike enticin'
Mean I'm writing Tyson punch-lines;
is this a fight-scene?
They cut me from the cloth, you may never need to dry clean
So when I rap you better follow the tempo
So I show you how your psyche mirrors Solomon's Temple
Step in my shoes; that's my soul on the sample
Like my verses were the lesser key to call on the angels
Food for thought, got the recipe for all the angles
Book of Thoth University, follow your mentor
Thought police are like the Z.R.P; sent out to censor
What we sense, so it's a mess up here killing the centre
Heart Chakra Guru, Sun Tzu, Tshaka Zulu and my thoughts Mutulu
Not Mthuli, that's a sucker truly, not a bully
Gray matter like a Zucker hoodie, judge and jury
Traumatizin' bars make you wanna hug a booty!
 11. Glory
Intro: DJ Mace
Aiwa, vakamboonana havashayane, mhuri yeZimbabwe. Tasvika panoperera chirongwa
chedu; Emcee FM tiripo paYaad Universe. We'll be back again next week- same time,
same place, same DJ Mace tichikupakurirai mitakunanzva yemusambo weHip-hop.
Thank you for tuning in. But before we go to the news, here's Glory. Till next time.

Verse 1: Malcom Mufunde

Uh
I'm the reason creation took longer than needed
You need a mobile crane to handle my business
I discovered the third law of motion had a loophole
And managed to pull off everything that I pushed for
There's a point in my throwaway lines
I'm just throwing free lines from the free throw line
I'm from an era where dope emceeing was not an error
And we used to take care of these bars like a jailer
This is the God flow, I feel like Poseidon
I done crossed every line, including the horizon
I'm grateful my mama was fruitful in labor
Coz now she gets to marvel at the fruits of her labor
I was going apeshit before the Carters hit the Louvre
My only hypothesis is I've nothing to prove
Y'all silly, trynna go face to face with a hydra
Or go toe-to-toe with a spider
Got the heart of a lion; xenotransplantation
I put up numbers like superscripts in mathematics
And my bars trigger endothermic reactions
 Coz I got hot lines; emergency communication
And the build-up is always to a punchline you can marvel
Y'all build up to nothing like the tower of Babel
Never thought I'd have an audience
Making music was a stretch for me like an accordion
They thought I would perish during hip-hop's calamity
But instead I rose over disaster like Cassidy
Rose so high, I now rap from the stratus
You can find my whole art in heaven; The Lord's Prayer
Time for the scale to get it straight
That like Biggie and Pun, I'm a hip-hop heavyweight
In a room with Nadia Nakai naked and Nicki Minaj humping
I'll remain the main attraction
Should I humble them or just murder your favorites?
The dichotomy of bringing down to earth or sending to heaven
It's a death race trynna go against Mufunde
See, speed kills and I'm as quick as a bullet
I'll bury one into you and then bury you too
Shatter the faces of these Who's Whos, you'll wonder who's who?
But I'm just here for hip-hop
So let me stick to my guns like Miles in Guns Akimbo

Bridge: Malcom Mufunde

Who should I kill next? Who knows, nigga?
I'm the GOAT and I'm sick; zoonose, nigga
Dubs only, my win record like ZANU
A trillion dollars on my head is downplaying my value
The most important rapper in my era
I'm instrumental; without me, this game is a cappella
I'd to change my stage name so your fear could die
 Coz only schizophrenia could mess with Tha M.I.N.D

Hook: TiNaYe
Ndichatora mukombe, ndichatora mukombe
Hunting the glory, and writing my story
Ndichatora mukombe, ndichatora mukombe
Hunting the glory, and writing my story

Verse 2: Malcom Mufunde

I'm too real; the second realest nigga is my clone
Could use calcium in my diet; I'm sick to the bone
And the throne is now familiar with my fart
A stethoscope will tell you I got hip-hop in my blood
I set the bar so high even Mugeyi couldn't miss
And these raps like a bad bitch, they was meant for the streets
Rags to riches but I'm still in my rag phase
But one day I'll be drowning in ice like the revenant
They say God doesn't approve of my boastful language
Well, to conquer Jericho, I gotta blow my own trumpet
Pointing a silencer at every loudmouth
Coz I'm getting sick of this beef; anthrax
My lines ahead of time; they confuse the timeline
And I flow with energy like a pipeline
Yet I'm underpaid, I relate with the other gender
Though I put in more work than immigrant labor
Guess them ups and downs make us stronger like pushups
I got dreams and goals too fantastic for a Puskas
I'm from where the lowlives get to live higher
Where we smoke grass like veld fires
My bros cooked bricks before Lafarge had a building
 And moved kilos for miles; F the metric system
Wack 100- I'm in control of the game now
Was eating beats raw, they got mustard on them now
You know what time it is, these are timeless
bars
My music is making rounds like Remington Arms
This record is more amazing than any in the Guinness Book
I told Tinaye we're gon have the game shook
Niggas act like we're integrated, we're in another class
Y'all don't even need calculus to differentiate us
I still beat the rap after I murder a rap beat
Still complex while I stick to the basics
No mechanical advantage; I'm just loaded with effort, man
Wu Tang forever but I use a different method, man
I'm on fire, my complexion is the testimony
So don't you poke me with this beef shit like pepperoni
No kidding, it's like I got protection
I bare my soul in the booth like a Catholic confession
I'm honestly not here for the money
If I go commercial, I'll sell more platinum than Zvishavane

Bridge: Malcom Mufunde

Who should I kill next? Who knows, nigga?
I'm the GOAT and I'm sick; zoonose, nigga
Dubs only, my win record like ZANU
A trillion dollars on my head is downplaying my value
The most important rapper in my era
I'm instrumental; without me, this game is a cappella
I'd to change my stage name so your fear could die
Coz only schizophrenia could mess with Tha M.I.N.D
 Outro: TheUltraPoet
The simplest thing is not always the easiest
In a world of filters, Botox and autotune
Being basic is arguably the hardest thing you can be
So when I say I'm an underdog, I'm not feeling bad about myself
I'm celebrating the fact that I found comfort in who I am
That I would choose understanding over being outstanding
Never giving in to the limits of my gifts
Breaking the glass ceiling
Aching is a luxurious feeling
Working vigorously is my calling
Having sleepless nights is part of my being
I have something to say
I know what I bring to the table
How they take it is how they take it
"Fake it till you make it"
Is a ticket to going how you came
When you kick the bucket
Took the Ls for ladders
And transcended to a higher plane
That has always been the plan
Getting the bag and edifying the clan
If they don't give me my bouquet
Even if I don't get the bookings
Knowing that I tried is a win in my book
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