Black Fin - Djugudju & I lyrics
[Black Fin - Djugudju & I lyrics]
This is the voice of Zimbabwe
We encourage you to listen really close
As we let the story flourish
And nourish your sensibilities
I used to be afraid of all the black
The black that surrounds and approaches
You without a sound
The kind of black that you
Will never wrap your head
The kind of black I’m thinking wait's
Ahead when you're finally dead
And when it made me pee the bed
My brother used to chuckle while it
Suckled on my street cred, damn
The sweaty palm to my sweaty hand
Tried to find the cheapest ticket
Leaving for the promised land
My homies always had the
Little debbies locked
Sundays by the west mall doing
What little kids do
Drug abuse with a whisky fetish
Kind of bummy that the homies never missed me
Dreaming of a time that any
Debbie would have kissed me
I fantasized it while I rode
The brothers Arthur’s bike
Carry on the back so I could
Tug along the heavy load
These are roads less travelled by the many
Deep until the gravel till the sun
Goes down and the nutsack tighten
I should have worn my other pants
And then I heard him for the first time
I heard as I wrote my very first rhyme
Damn this feels amazing let me write another
He told me "Go on brother…"
Damn dude who is you? "I, Djugudju
Sent by all the spirit's who'd
Love you to make jams here I am"
And I’m glad that he never left
Only had to make the next
Exit to reach the avenue and now we cooking
Mama told me go outside but nah I’m cooking
Power cutting nationwide
Cook it with a candle
Hours after bedtime, tinker while I’m tired
The rapping just got me fired up
Then made a record in a week
Photocopy sleeves on a fax machine
Shibha in the backyard barking birds singing
Next thing phone ringing off the hook
Cause the hooks had the Debbies shook
They like "Homie what you sippin’ on?"
I’m still the same lad
Drama club, choir boy attire clad
Sitting in the front of Ilieva class
Only wine I’m sipping is at the
Table of your Sunday mass damn!
But attention is like a drug
Intravenous, feeding the ego that
Comes between us
Losing control of my brain stem
Losing my religion, losing rem sleep
Pullin on the hem until it all unravel
Bring you back to where it all began
Nobody with you everybody moving on
Nobody miss you
Ain't nobody care about them tired ass songs
And pushing your mom and daddy whip (Chea)
But you stuck it through
Through thick and thin
Way back when, way before the Fin
I was looking for that deus ex machina
Nobody dropping a line except the beats
And then I took the cord
With some duct tape put it
Together then i hit record
No more fear for the the black
The kind of Black that gives a
Weak brother his power back
The kind of Black that make you see the light
The kind of Black that's way too bright
Yeah it's one and the same
We playing the game
Moving along the little Fin that could
The kind of Black that make you
Make it your name yeah
We encourage you to listen really close
As we let the story flourish
And nourish your sensibilities
I used to be afraid of all the black
The black that surrounds and approaches
You without a sound
The kind of black that you
Will never wrap your head
The kind of black I’m thinking wait's
Ahead when you're finally dead
And when it made me pee the bed
My brother used to chuckle while it
Suckled on my street cred, damn
The sweaty palm to my sweaty hand
Tried to find the cheapest ticket
Leaving for the promised land
My homies always had the
Little debbies locked
Sundays by the west mall doing
What little kids do
Drug abuse with a whisky fetish
Kind of bummy that the homies never missed me
Dreaming of a time that any
Debbie would have kissed me
I fantasized it while I rode
The brothers Arthur’s bike
Carry on the back so I could
Tug along the heavy load
These are roads less travelled by the many
Deep until the gravel till the sun
Goes down and the nutsack tighten
I should have worn my other pants
And then I heard him for the first time
I heard as I wrote my very first rhyme
Damn this feels amazing let me write another
He told me "Go on brother…"
Damn dude who is you? "I, Djugudju
Sent by all the spirit's who'd
Love you to make jams here I am"
And I’m glad that he never left
Only had to make the next
Exit to reach the avenue and now we cooking
Mama told me go outside but nah I’m cooking
Power cutting nationwide
Cook it with a candle
Hours after bedtime, tinker while I’m tired
The rapping just got me fired up
Then made a record in a week
Photocopy sleeves on a fax machine
Shibha in the backyard barking birds singing
Next thing phone ringing off the hook
Cause the hooks had the Debbies shook
They like "Homie what you sippin’ on?"
I’m still the same lad
Drama club, choir boy attire clad
Sitting in the front of Ilieva class
Only wine I’m sipping is at the
Table of your Sunday mass damn!
But attention is like a drug
Intravenous, feeding the ego that
Comes between us
Losing control of my brain stem
Losing my religion, losing rem sleep
Pullin on the hem until it all unravel
Bring you back to where it all began
Nobody with you everybody moving on
Nobody miss you
Ain't nobody care about them tired ass songs
And pushing your mom and daddy whip (Chea)
But you stuck it through
Through thick and thin
Way back when, way before the Fin
I was looking for that deus ex machina
Nobody dropping a line except the beats
And then I took the cord
With some duct tape put it
Together then i hit record
No more fear for the the black
The kind of Black that gives a
Weak brother his power back
The kind of Black that make you see the light
The kind of Black that's way too bright
Yeah it's one and the same
We playing the game
Moving along the little Fin that could
The kind of Black that make you
Make it your name yeah