Hit by M.Phasha Lyrics
[Verse 1 : M.Phasha]
Ey,ey,ey
We studied the game
We gonna get pain
Only real students get money like NASFAS
Wena o snaaks
I remember they weren’t messing with us
Now we moving like the Boyz n the Bucks
Wouldn’t help me promote my single
Now you are acting extra
Just like an album deluxe
I'll make sure that they burn with every verse like they were a CD
Put the pen right through them like they were a TDK cassette
They listening through the grape vinyls
Our music is fine wine ey
They feeling our frequency
Its hitting like sub-basses
The flow is botsana
We skeeming on the game like its Mujava
Ke tloe tshwara molala
Ba raloka demo, yah
They feeling my verses dawg
I'm harder then most these cats
They tryna copy the way that I spit
They biting my tongue dawg
Tryna keep me quiet yeah
Cause we too inspired
[Verse 2 : M.Phasha]
I honestly think that I’m better off working alone
Write just to get in my zone
Putting my all in each and every song
Swear that I vibrate different
They don’t know which frequency I’m really on
Cannot just get on my wave with an aerial
Third eye view with a birds eye view like its aerial
Better keep your composure
Or we bring is to your face like L’Oreal
All of these verses leaving them speechless
Maybe that is why they cannot tell
[Ad-libs]
(ba raloka ey
Ba raloka ey
Ba raloka demo, yeah)
[Verse 3 : M.Phasha]
A million steps ahead of you people
But act like I'm just a meter away
I see you going the distance just to throw some shade on me
But now its taking a toll on you
You need an e-tag, you hating too frequently
You need to change your frequency
Like Y don’t you F with M
We writing these songs until bophelong uKhozi
Bare ke bolaele kosha, sorry
Ey,ey,ey
We studied the game
We gonna get pain
Only real students get money like NASFAS
Wena o snaaks
I remember they weren’t messing with us
Now we moving like the Boyz n the Bucks
Wouldn’t help me promote my single
Now you are acting extra
Just like an album deluxe
I'll make sure that they burn with every verse like they were a CD
Put the pen right through them like they were a TDK cassette
They listening through the grape vinyls
Our music is fine wine ey
They feeling our frequency
Its hitting like sub-basses
The flow is botsana
We skeeming on the game like its Mujava
Ke tloe tshwara molala
Ba raloka demo, yah
They feeling my verses dawg
I'm harder then most these cats
They tryna copy the way that I spit
They biting my tongue dawg
Tryna keep me quiet yeah
Cause we too inspired
[Verse 2 : M.Phasha]
I honestly think that I’m better off working alone
Write just to get in my zone
Putting my all in each and every song
Swear that I vibrate different
They don’t know which frequency I’m really on
Cannot just get on my wave with an aerial
Third eye view with a birds eye view like its aerial
Better keep your composure
Or we bring is to your face like L’Oreal
All of these verses leaving them speechless
Maybe that is why they cannot tell
[Ad-libs]
(ba raloka ey
Ba raloka ey
Ba raloka demo, yeah)
[Verse 3 : M.Phasha]
A million steps ahead of you people
But act like I'm just a meter away
I see you going the distance just to throw some shade on me
But now its taking a toll on you
You need an e-tag, you hating too frequently
You need to change your frequency
Like Y don’t you F with M
We writing these songs until bophelong uKhozi
Bare ke bolaele kosha, sorry