Story To Tell by Skwatta Kamp Lyrics
[Intro: Slikour]
Woke amakasi, amakasi
Uyazi, uyazi, uyazi, uyazi
You know, hold it up with pride where from
'Cause it can never be the same anywhere else
You know, check me out
[Verse 1: Slikour]
I'm from the East of the Rand, homeboy
Where George Bush and Hussein don't mean a [?], homeboy
They wanna start wars with a [?], homeboy
Well, it's about time the world caught up with [?], homeboy
'Cause the war never stopped 'round here
Weapons of all kinds are homemade or supplied by cops
Drugs are so available you'd think they sell them at shops
Looking special at funerals 'cause guns always cock
Corners stay the same
Kids that occupy them go insane and dead
Or locked up then replace, it's a vicious chain
Only the corners will live to tell
Something call and help, this is where we dwell
Where all commit suicide, we buy freedom in jail
This is the scariest place, but we'd rather be here
This is where we lost family, where we drink beer
This is where we grew up, man
This is our home
What's up y'all this is Celestine from [?]
[?] to my crew, Skwatta Kamp, yo
Yo what's up, my name is [?]
Love Skwatta Kamp, can you guys give me a deal, I can rap
But I love you anyway
[Verse 2: Flabba]
Joburg city for the greedy, wilding city of gold
Place of hope for the needy, these are stories untold
Stick-ups, hijacks [?]
Jozi streets are pushing for the [?] of all kind
Guns and the love of money got fathers killing their sons
[?] with the city of dreams, promised-land for the poor
Drug dealers and taxi drivers always ready for war
Walk around alone at night, and you get robbed for sure
Crime galore, believe it, it's no metaphor
Face the floor, robbery is right at your door
Living in fear, 'cause you know the time is near
Rich or poor, this here is what we all share
Ke Masechaba from Lebowakgomo
Errm that's where I grew up...
I don't know what to say, fuck!
Sure, Lebokgang aka Tswekere, Shugela Smakx
Rockville waitse [?] Shawelo, Lionedale and through and through
Venda to Kwazulu Natal
Sure case!
[Verse 3: [?]]
Here's a place where the movers and the crooks grew up
A place to be proud of, where this kid grew up
As a young lad growing up in Soweto
I had to make ends meet every day of my life
It wasn't all a smooth ride, I had to fall and get up
I had to be a grown man at an early age
Waking up at five o'clock just to catch a bus
Township mentality got the best of us
Represent West Rand untill the day that I die
Dobsonville, Shawelo this is a calling for you
If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't be what I am
A grown man with a mission putting value for you
Fede, uWandile lona
Big ups to Umlazi, Kwamashu konke!
Sure, bafwethu
UBricks lona, ngi represent' iAlex
Zonke amakasi wonke
Bloemfontein bafwethu sigrand niyazi
Skh'okh'o
[?] Charlie Mingus, mfwethu
Ngi represent' amacarwash
[Verse 4: [?]]
What, you from the East, West side?
Fuck it, I'm from the North, Gomora sbal'
Where the thugs never get caught
And I'd like to have a picnic in a cute place like Hillbrow
But Hillbrow dwellers, they think Alex is hell, bro
Mang' hlala khona s'push' ismokolo and get dope
Alex get smacked, though
Ho cha mpama, ho lla difebe, ho nkha letaere
I'll be real with you, fuck with me, hao batle ho nyela
U ya bona i-Alex, ke kasi ya makasi
Mau surviv'a u hlala daar, ba ya gidela aba phansi
I'm not leaving my hood, there's plenty to see
Ak'na lapho ngiya khona mfwethu, ngi bodela heir
Woke amakasi, amakasi
Uyazi, uyazi, uyazi, uyazi
You know, hold it up with pride where from
'Cause it can never be the same anywhere else
You know, check me out
[Verse 1: Slikour]
I'm from the East of the Rand, homeboy
Where George Bush and Hussein don't mean a [?], homeboy
They wanna start wars with a [?], homeboy
Well, it's about time the world caught up with [?], homeboy
'Cause the war never stopped 'round here
Weapons of all kinds are homemade or supplied by cops
Drugs are so available you'd think they sell them at shops
Looking special at funerals 'cause guns always cock
Corners stay the same
Kids that occupy them go insane and dead
Or locked up then replace, it's a vicious chain
Only the corners will live to tell
Something call and help, this is where we dwell
Where all commit suicide, we buy freedom in jail
This is the scariest place, but we'd rather be here
This is where we lost family, where we drink beer
This is where we grew up, man
This is our home
What's up y'all this is Celestine from [?]
[?] to my crew, Skwatta Kamp, yo
Yo what's up, my name is [?]
Love Skwatta Kamp, can you guys give me a deal, I can rap
But I love you anyway
[Verse 2: Flabba]
Joburg city for the greedy, wilding city of gold
Place of hope for the needy, these are stories untold
Stick-ups, hijacks [?]
Jozi streets are pushing for the [?] of all kind
Guns and the love of money got fathers killing their sons
[?] with the city of dreams, promised-land for the poor
Drug dealers and taxi drivers always ready for war
Walk around alone at night, and you get robbed for sure
Crime galore, believe it, it's no metaphor
Face the floor, robbery is right at your door
Living in fear, 'cause you know the time is near
Rich or poor, this here is what we all share
Ke Masechaba from Lebowakgomo
Errm that's where I grew up...
I don't know what to say, fuck!
Sure, Lebokgang aka Tswekere, Shugela Smakx
Rockville waitse [?] Shawelo, Lionedale and through and through
Venda to Kwazulu Natal
Sure case!
[Verse 3: [?]]
Here's a place where the movers and the crooks grew up
A place to be proud of, where this kid grew up
As a young lad growing up in Soweto
I had to make ends meet every day of my life
It wasn't all a smooth ride, I had to fall and get up
I had to be a grown man at an early age
Waking up at five o'clock just to catch a bus
Township mentality got the best of us
Represent West Rand untill the day that I die
Dobsonville, Shawelo this is a calling for you
If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't be what I am
A grown man with a mission putting value for you
Fede, uWandile lona
Big ups to Umlazi, Kwamashu konke!
Sure, bafwethu
UBricks lona, ngi represent' iAlex
Zonke amakasi wonke
Bloemfontein bafwethu sigrand niyazi
Skh'okh'o
[?] Charlie Mingus, mfwethu
Ngi represent' amacarwash
[Verse 4: [?]]
What, you from the East, West side?
Fuck it, I'm from the North, Gomora sbal'
Where the thugs never get caught
And I'd like to have a picnic in a cute place like Hillbrow
But Hillbrow dwellers, they think Alex is hell, bro
Mang' hlala khona s'push' ismokolo and get dope
Alex get smacked, though
Ho cha mpama, ho lla difebe, ho nkha letaere
I'll be real with you, fuck with me, hao batle ho nyela
U ya bona i-Alex, ke kasi ya makasi
Mau surviv'a u hlala daar, ba ya gidela aba phansi
I'm not leaving my hood, there's plenty to see
Ak'na lapho ngiya khona mfwethu, ngi bodela heir