They shine mi na glow blow
mine are rap shows, number eight logo
you call yourself a star and I can't see ata with a telescope
I should call myself a c*****e with everyone claiming I'm a dope
parallel with ma-gove, mi na makaroo we don't know how to cope COLOGNE
no more jokes, door no more knocks
this round you don't hear me eating with more forks
ki KCSE lyrically nawa-mock
not stand up comedy but ki Chris nawa -Rock
you demand beef in the street and you eat mogoks
rappers have become blackops with mics they choke
Without mic I'm not sonko, without mic...
and you don't know the street is number eight, baby
Hot ka jacuzzi, sweet ka mchuzi
rap and knowledge, let it be nonsense
boss thick ka uji, boss thin ka uzi
number eight baby, I'm the ka-uzi
of Japanese rappers I keep it raw like sushi beast ka Mushi
Octopizzo is the anthem for the street for the shower
elephant for the jungle
coupling for the corridor
audio for the radio, in motion for the video
on the track for the train, I wash it rain
I turn them on ka pain, chain them up
thugsome, baby girl check out my face look
I am in the cell, they are manyu ka tail
they are wandering around me Ca ju holding the mic mi hu- rap ka mel
Without mic I'm not sonko, without mic...
and you don't know the street is number eight, baby
Bright ka light yo, light ka kite bro
short eye sight but still I see all night
useless ka fight, maybe wrong me right
baby hold me tight, watch out suprice -doubt you can ask Sarafina
so, hey clown, hey Brown
I got the crown bow down for A-Town
not tap is mineral, police case federal
swag is digital, sweater is minimal
one eyed ka chongo, pirate ka chonjo
I'm the ish so please don't piss ka urni
rappers have stuck with one flow ka river course
daily I change floors and stairs
this round, your dem is shapeless, he will have to sit square
miracle baby, I will mess with you-DEYA
Without mic, I am not sonko, without mic...
and you don't know the street is number eight, baby