Ru, What Up JT? Yego Ha, It was all a dream, to shop when I’m getting the mills Dreaming of what I’d cop in Beverly Hills Got so much gwop I ain’t sweating the Bills Put it all on the tab, get whatever you feel I’d have the, money, the cars, the honeys in awe Getting Valet Parked right infront of the stars I’m talking name plaque Hollywood Boulevard And only Moguls trading numbers could pull my card VIP at the Bar with the Entourage So paid every car got it’s own garage, yeah We’d be dreaming, Willie Beaming I’d be a cut above it all, Guillotining First Class, so paid I’d burp cash Till I was standing out like The Eddie Murph laugh Showing up at the party in the latest Ferrari, Yeah I know I dreamt shallow, I’m sorry Hook Africans trying to get out the slums Americans wanna move out the Hood (Yeah) We all hate when we’re out of funds And everyone dreams they could go Hollywood And Just Do It (So Beverly Hills) Uh It was all a nightmare, it was so close that it’s right there I’d just need the right pair of shoes and the right gear The right A and R would hear me say a bar Then guarantee I’m a star by this time tomorrow I’d do the right songs, put them on the right album, They would all be mixed down to the right volume I’d do the right shows, be on all the right tours Sell the right amount of copies out of the right stores Man, I had it all planned out just right From the hooks to the subjects on which I must write Thinking this just might be the day, be the night I thought that Everytime they gave me the mic But instead, everyone you couldn’t pay me to like Was getting paid to rap till I was fading to black They were basically asking me not to get my hopes up Guess that must have been the moment that I woke up Hook

Hook Look in these eyes you’ll see the dark (Ruuuuuu…….) That little space Inside my Heart (………..deBuoy Music, ha) The Darkest side withholds the light The Light that brightens me inside Ha Yo I’m a Beat Slaying Shooter, word to D J Aludah That boy a lyrical killer, only Mackenzie is ruder The flow, so anointed it makes demons sing Hallelujah I’ll be hot at 100, getting Crim like Byg Kahuna I, hit them with the Riddim from here to Beekay This Ugandan kid’s redefining UGK Every track, I be leaking to Mister DeeJay Got them screaming REEWWIND, Instant Replay I don’t just deliver with flows, I deliver these souls In the name of the only life giver we know Ex sinner, I ain’t claiming I ain’t sinning no more But I’m washed in his blood, no sink and no soap, Boy I go realer till it got them going Ape, Man Flows turn a critter to a Beast like Space Jam See it used to be my only agenda Round the opposite gender was get her alone and then bend her But I’m reformed now, see I done calmed down Aint just trying to hit it everytime I perform now Look into my eyes, then it was only dark clouds Put your ear to my chest and hear how my heart pounds I used to get my rapper cassetes from Sharp Sounds Went to Wandegeya to learn they shut that shop down Product of K’la town, homey we do not clown You can’t push us or budge us because we’re standing our ground Ruuu! Hook Yeah, We’re getting money over here Switched positions and now we’re getting money over there You don’t even want to bring your honey over here Cause she gone start blushing acting funny with her hair And I ain’t even said nothing, I ain’t even on that And still she bugging over my lines like a phone tap Thinking cause I’m now saved that I won’t snap I’m locking the spot down, we’re gone need a zone map I ain’t perfect, so now that we got that out of the way? Hm, How do I say it? Homey I’m pretty close Lyrically wile out like I don’t know how to behave And I’m so fresh I don’t know how to decay I’m one of the best, coming out of EA So either get with the programme or get out of the way, It got crowded in KLA since I’ve been away And still I’m loud and unashamed and proud to be saved, I’m on the move, all you can do is acknowledge me Trail Blazer living by the scorched earth policy My paper scraping take them on a space odyssey Walking that fine line between dishonesty and modesty Cockiness and confidence, my dominance is obvious I’m about my paper now I’m surrounded by copiers? Tell them they can not be us, we need more originals Me and JT came up in a game of individuals,(Urban Life) Before the decimals….. Hook

Hey Girl, I’m trying to come at you in, In the right way, you know, in a Godly way I ain’t been that saved that long so I don’t exactly Know what that means, but um, I’m doing my best, you know Uh, Hey Girl, you look like a dream to me, First crush of a teen dummy, You make my speech funny, it’s so hard to compose Feeling akward like snot’s running out of my nose See us holding hands, trading stolen glances Smile bright as the flame of golden candles But when I try to put the paint on the canvas Politely you brush me off How a touch this soft can so crush my heart, So forcefully, don’t torture me Tried to keep it real, no forgery Kinda/Counter fit the Bill, you’re kind of quick to steal, Grand Larceny Heart heavy that you’re not ready, still I’m stone facing Rock steady, no stone mason Too many hit singles in rotation To not rate on your radio station Hook Hey Love, Things that I would do to be with you Hey Love Just a Smile and you leave me renewed Hey Love It’s the thought of you that gets me through Hey Love……………….. Ah, Hey Girl, you feel like reality, I'm need a way to fit your bill like a Salary Just to foot the bill like, running off a calorie to get to ride in like the calvary, guessing that you couldn't be sicker of, pick up lines that can't ride up n pick you up, instead of try to stick you up cause some of what's promised be, highway robbery eyes saying, you ain't gotta try to be my lottery but just don't lie to me, I can dig the honesty Got a couple things I gotta harness that are not a steed dear Pocahontas, but I have sowed a lotta seed that I bet'll finally, grow into the finest tree and a house by the sea, I ain't trying to buy the beach just a spot when we're done swimming you can dry your feet I know love minus (all) provision is hypocrissy and I'm a put in work, that's a promise AND a prophecy Hook..

JT You know um, today, makes it 2 years, living in your memory Rest In Peace Nyonyozi She was taking her daughter to see the game, And this was way bigger than the cranes, They both felt the buzz, and the excitement But happiness wasn’t the only thing being ignited (nope) He was only nine, supporting spain But the family could not foresee the pain or the flames, All he left was a red scarf, A toy mascot and too many broken hearts, Uh, If we wanna deliver lessons Use intellect and discretion instead of Violence and Weapons, Like 2010, July the Eleventh Why can’t we all cooperate and share a piece of heaven? United by a scar, we stand against Terror Hand in hand, no weapon can tear us Every Ugandan, standing together One Voice, we are louder than ever, we Vuvuzela Hook J C Muyonjo We learn to Smile thru the pain the Sun shines thru the rain No Matter the weather we stand together though you might've passed away still your memory remains in our hearts foreverd our own piece of heaven Ruyonga Uh It go love, hate, these four letter words face off (at) against each other in the war of the worlds July eleventh, time of the world cup finals, The crowd of people watching from the rugby club, live, it Was only three minutes to the end of the game Iniesta, had just scored that one goal for Spain, who could've foreseen, the oncoming pain and the body parts flying through the sky like, rain as the highlight, what kind of low life scum takes the first time Africa, hosts the world Cup and turns it into this? where is the humanity? these people had loved ones, friends, family You tell Al Shabab it takes more than a bomb to stop us, under God, being linked arm in arm and to those that mourned, we dont forget you, we mourn witchu so stand knowing we standing right along witchu, To those gone, we miss you Hook GNL Uh, Listen Hook

Ru, Federal, Kinetic, Yego Ha Hello and welcome to the future lets take a moment to kill the minutia pull the curtain from the fallacy to reveal falluja rip the fabric straight from the fabrication force you to see past the fashion to reveal the fascism fascination we're in it Boss, at the mercy of television screens computer controlled machines and photoshopped magazines, they're manipulating scenes, reaching into our dreams distracting us from noticing we're living in a regime that’s making decisions for us in lives they claim, we run viewing mental slavery as freedom, we dumb - distracted by naked legs and bullet slugs forgetting to reach for the backs of our necks and pull the plugs Hook Reset! Homey you should get your mind renewed it's probably been corrupted since the last time you used it Eject!, you are headed into course collision whether or not you shun God or support religion so Reset!, Homey you should get your mind renewed it's probably been exposed to the wrong kind of music Eject!, I know you loving living lost but listen if I was you, I'd abort the mission and off switch it Now welcome to the irony, social, network where you can claim you love somebody though you never met her and speak for hours on the net like you’re a social expert, when you probably would fail to conversate if you met in person your palms are sweaty, your legs are shaky, you're getting nervous it got you claiming your BETA version's your better version like if human contact was averted, life'd be per-fect and if you really want to get to know me read my word-press welcome to the city of brains where bodies never leave sofas till we're literal lames they got you shooting up these video games, but you should take a sec to see who's really hunting and who's really the game! Hook Welcome to the web of blogs, debit cards, credit cards online bank accounts, bank amount checking calls check your balance, press one, prestige, foreign flights automatic access to overseas porn sites we surf for recreation, but noone's on the beach soon as we barely learn, everyone wanna teach everyone's on their Wii, but me is all they view and everyone wanna delegate but no one wanna do Ipod, Ipad, Iphone, Imac Ichat, but actual hard work, I can't speaking of eye, that webcam you view people through Is probably in secret used to peep a view of you so… Hook..

(Grab My JVC, Pop in a Cassette) (Have the people stomping to my Beats, you bet) ..Kinetic.. (Grab My JVC, Pop in a Cassette…) .Yup. (…Have the people stomping to my Beats, you bet) Heh I was that kid on the block that didn't diddy the bop on the scene trying to find something pretty to knock fascinated with rap, I thought I'd give it a shot and when it started pouring out, homey it didn't stop it came natural to me, had the people in shock he's East African, how he sound like he was from Watts? mixing the smoothness of Biggie with getting deep like he Pac, ripping beats with a passion that causes speakers to pop, its like I Hook (Grab My JVC,) eh eh eh, ( Pop in a Cassette…) I bet I, (…Have the people stomping to my Beats, you bet) as I (Grab My JVC,) eh eh eh, ( Pop in a Cassette…) I bet I, (…Have the people stomping to my Beats, you bet) as I (Grab My JVC,) eh eh eh, ( Pop in a Cassette…) I bet I, (…Have the people stomping to my Beats, you bet) So UG (Grab My JVC,) hey hey hey, ( Pop in a Cassette…) I bet I, (…Have the people stomping to my Beats, you bet) Who thought that anyone could make being old school so cool, something like that 8 track data meeting pro tools How I finesse my beat be, sweet as sweet tea and with a Boss like mine, nobody could defeat me Boss of all bosses, Heaven for an office earth for an ottoman, I work for the lord of men all of them, every last one, he's everlasting and when he bring the noise, speakers stay forever blasting Hook Though I like good shoes, i'm not a sneaker head I grew up where they cut you open for a piece of bread they call it third world, I call it never land where people never stop to stress what they never had use my pen and pad like sword n shield, serve you like an ordered meal slaughter till, ghosts get like label heads n know the deal on the reel, we fishing with every line know that whatever you start, we'll finish it everytime, Yego!... Hook

Cats be asking me, Yo, isn’t God going to provide? Why are you always grinding all the time? You must not have read the Bible, dogg…..Heh Hook You don't work, you don't eat coz with no dirt, you cant grow seed grind till it hurts, sweat till you bleed and if there's no other way, Lord let it be x2 Uh, Look It’s the authentic, prophetic, where the rest seem prosthetic, I spit it like I was made in my pop's image, in here to inherit my spot why you think I'm about my pop's business my plot, I've been searching for crop, to drop in it non stop, even work when it's hot, I'm not finished I bleed, putting seed in the soil, for increase in deed, if I'm needed to toil, i dig deep six feet, where the dead feed the living, take root in the right ground, so it doesn't bear, strange fruit they shoot, like a war in beirut, while I stay hate proof, and I come back swinging like Babe Ruth Base truth on no other foundation, that solid rock is the one I put my faith in, so whatever I'm facing'll be forced to face him, like we traded places or switched faces, now thats a facelift Hook I’m a, good steward staying fly, no stewardess that still journey where its gutter as a sewer gets still carry my cross with a thoroughness empowered to bear that burden, no surrogates a bird in covenant is worth more than a whole flock of them when you're morally dirt poor know what you're on earth for, I don't just work hard, I work smart there's too many just working to work, thats the worst part I learned to work the hard ground like a work of art Stick around, homey, I'll show you how to work a job And get a hustle on though I never cooked crack And once I put my hand to the plough, I never looked back, (The) weight of the world on my shoulders seems so big but I move like it's easy because of who I'm yoked with, I don't see how y'all can lack for paper when the harvest is so massive we seeking more labor Hook Yeah, It’s time to get blessed for the meal Homey dig this, I'm the best in my field meaning any challenge I work is gone yield, fruit in it's time let the suspense, build Ruffle Birds nests with the words Trust me cowboy, forget what you Herd I could go the polite way and try to be reserved but Most of it's Bull if the honesty's preferred I don't do beef with Herbs, keep the meat n veg separate like un balancing the diet is the best method I stand on the corner stone the builder refused and that rock won't string you along like Led Zepellin never do bread leavened, el naturale that's why we stay energetic where they lack morale drunk off the fountain of youth, never tapping out A man that pack punches for days, Manny Pacqiao!!! Hook… ………………………..

Ruyonga Whatup, Olee Branch? We’re making History with this one right here RU! Uh, Uh, slicker than a French Leave Bars that jump the fence quicker on these emcees Lyrics that they’ll recite, endear as they tell the plight Of my constituents, to the listeners we’re MPS, See, we illuminate all the valid topics It’s like the radio phone lines are Ballot boxes, Discussing sentences a cut above the censorship But only with the legitimate representatives Government merited for my special intelligence This delegate never been delicate fresher than Delident Should’ve vaccinated what my Momma was pregnant with Came out the womb ill and been killing it ever since Yeah, that’s what they’re mad at us for My styles are something I never had to brush off How I’m rapping thus far, got them stressing me to Run for Office, here’s the thing, I’d rather just walk Hook Ey, Cancel The Election You are now rocking with the Natural Selection Ey, Cover me I’m going in Olee bring the horns in, it’s like we’re getting sworn in Enygma Uh, I’d like to welcome y’all to my swearing in ceremony The verse is a curse, so I swear at the ceremony, Hearing the testimony, even Roger Mugisha’s Recommending the Referendum to earn me this Silly money This is my Victory Speech, my Manifesto with the Man Who sits with M.anifest is fixing the streets Picture the scene, zero negatives after this conquest We develop positives like a Besigye blood test, Lyrical political figures when this Ballad drops Your woman is rigorous so I’m stuffing her Ballot Box, Going Gaga but she’s no lady in Parliament, bring Your knife to a Gun Fight, I’m an M-80, you’re a Kadaga, No propaganda, I rep Uganda with proper grammar Natural Selection professional rapping with perfection, Master Intercession, playing on political systems Cause everyone feeling these joints like Malaria symptoms Hook Benny Black Benny, Uh, Yeah Black in the White House, the irony, I rule entirely With Tyranny, only a wheel is gone retire me, Like Glue in a socket, I stick to power, I’m in a Position To see your position simply get killed and devoured, I guess I am a President with a couple of Vices This compromises my position, my soul as cold as ice is, And here’s some food for thought for you like Condoleeze Rice is Going to war with me is looking for Tears, it’s a Crysis, Benny Black the one and only, I got Beef With competition I don’t wanna meet/Meat/Mitt, Romney! He is fired like a Joint, stake Out And Benny Black, he’s back in The State House, With the first Lady, but not the last one In many Presidential suites, I always pull a fast one I walk with my cane, for any sick hater And I’m pretty **expletive** up, They call me a Dictator! Hook Olee Branch This is For The People, By The People It’s not Political, Just, Lyrical Olee Branch Ruyonga Told You, Future Making History There you have it, Ug HipHop First Lady So Presidential, Haha……..

(Hopefully you know who it is) Uh, (ey), Ru, Yego and Kinetic, Victory Music I – I – I used to wake up chasing fame, chasing paper chasing dames homie i straight became a pro at this chasing game I chased that rum with vodka, that Happy Grass with beer and cause it got me laid, I chased a Rap career I started chasing that American dream go head and get your cheddar by any and every means it's cash rules everything around me, I was getting that cream with a whole lot of partying and sex in between I was that guy, chasing the high, and I don't mean hello, cuties would get the whistle, quick as tea in a kettle mix jokes with inuendo and throw some weed in the middle of drugs, sex and the music but what, left me confused is I had my fill of every desire that would tempt me but woke up in the morning feeling just as empty need to grow up cuzz, i ain't getting no younger but all that seems to be growing is the hunger, homey, I Hook (I can’t get no) I can't get no satisfaction, no and this here is the saddest fact, you know I've done it all as a matter of fact but yo I can't get no, no I can't get no satisfaction, no not even off that thrill's last reaction, though every last one had its passion I still can't get no satisfaction I woke up in the bed, of a beautiful dancer I'd spent the night chasing, and felt lucky to capture felt at the time like I could spend forever looking at her and now it's barely dawn and I'm already looking past, her what am I chasing? Huh? what is the goal? it's obviously more than just finding someone to hold and what's it doing to my soul, what am I becoming? cause I left her asleep, and went from chasing to running it wasn't that I ain't have fun, don't get me wrong it's just that when all of that's done, nothing's resolved i'm still searching, still seeking my purpose Still nervous at the thought of a future that’s uncertain so Lord, though I know I'm a sinner, still I need an answer what should I be chasing? obviously not a dancer cause minus you i've chased everything and though I caught most of it, one statement remains I Hook Pops, Why do I spend dough for what is not bread? And my wages for what doesn’t satisfy? Sowing much and reaping little? Eating without having enough? Drinking without being filled? Rubbing myself without warmth? Earning my wages to put it into a bag of holes? I tried Lord, Why Lord? Hook…

(Raah!) Guess who, Yego and Kinetic, Klarity Records, Ha! Hook (Raah!) We Heard you’re holding grudges, maybe you should Let it Go (Raah!) Lyrically we ain’t known for Holding Back, we Let it Go (Raah! Raah!) Let it Go (Raah!) You need to Let it Go (Raah! Raah!) Let it Go (Raah!) I’m a Let them Know (Raah!) You claim you’re holding heat, well maybe you should Let it Go (Raah!) Got our grip on the game and don’t intend to Let it Go (Raah!) Let it Go (Raah!) You should Let it Go (Raah!) Let it Go (Raah!) Somebody Let them Know (Raah!) Lyrikal Proof Uh, They got me feeling like the Modern day Berry Gordy Hardly getting signed to get a record, put a label on it, They know I run it like we’re trying to pull a riot, Homey Kayihura better hook some rappers up with bars, Homey, I think they’re photogenic, I think I’m so authentic And just to prove it, do a track with Ruyonga on it, I let them get it, give them checks in on reality Klarity‘s a virtue, Royalty in all the poetry, How Can you not crown me? These other rappers make you dance How can you not crown me? Cause everything I pen is nice? A n***a know drastic, I’m rocking Heavy Metal Till the streets can’t hear you when you’re spreading all the rumors N***as telling lies I address it like the postman And then I’m burning bread like I’m toasting from out of Hell, N***as talking reckless, I’m popping with no Champagne Swag on a level so serious, Lukwago, I’m gone! LP Hook The Mith Ehe! I earned my position through my decisions, A Boss, Pa A greater vision on top of missions, no porn star, I am Beyond Bars, Though I don’t floss much I am beyond Buzz, you’re never on Par, The writing used, magazines need to hire dude I paragraph to excellence, punctuate to stop these fools, Cocky, smooth, some of the words used, to describe this dude But do not test my cool, when it’s war, I will never lose All that hate, you better Let it Go, I’m from a place where When you call my name, the knuckles are bound to get involved, It’s Kinetic, homey, Yego! And Klear Kut, So official how we griiiind for the Peso, I let it go when Cedric say so, write your Orbituary since you’re down to play roles, Uh um, play dead, Amen, Then I play My verse for the Po-po if they really want a statement, Mith! Hook Ruyonga Raah! These Kings go mental on the instrumental Twitter followers get lead, with or without the pencil The rest nothing against you, but I am one of a kind Any rapper resemblance is purely coincidental, Wanna beef to get monumental? I could monument you You wanna go hard on your block? Cool, I could cement you I ain’t trying to be sinful, but I’m liable to end you Now and later freestyle a rhyme to repent to, They bugging off my fly vernacular, would die for my Diaspora Ruling over my castle, I school them more than a chancellor, Armed as tarantulas, my maker built me for war More prone to destroy a stereotype than build a rapport, The stone the builder ignored it, deserved his biggest attention And like, Children aborted, the biggest misconception, Is that it’s cheap, to freely rid you of your imperfections I had to get torn down, to get rebuilt with this introspection, Let it Go! Hook .

(Remix, Ugaflow, Yego, Kinetic, Supanova ) We don’t battle flesh and blood, but powers, principalities, Rulers of darkness of this age and spiritual wickedness in High places, for the weapons of our warfare aren’t carnal But mighty through God to the pulling down of strongholds So don’t be dismayed because of the great multitude, for the Battle is not yours but God’s, and he is holy and enthroned in the Praises of his People…. Ha, Raaah! Look! I’m a Soldier, in the army The front lines is where you’re guaranteed to find me The war in front of me and my weapon beside me, And warriors with wings in front of and behind me, The armour on me tested in many battles Invisible apparatus in the only war that matters, My Shield what I believe and my sword what I speak so you could say I’m literally armed to the teeth, I test fate, my breastplate, call it my righteousness plate Weapon made of love so I bulletproof vest hate, Helmet of salvation so my head straight, life is a Contact sport so I don’t spectate, something to gestate, And marinate on, inside this cape and this suit The belt that keep my pants held round my waist is the truth Feet covered in the gospel, running it through this track A modern day apostle, send the spirit back into the fossil Hook Ndi Mujasi, Eh, Mu Maje, Sebbo x2 Ga Katonda, Ye Sebbo x2 Kyi? Ssebo ye Ssebo x2 Are you a Soldier? Yes, In the army,Sir x2 In the army? YesSir, of the Lord? Yes Sir? What? Sir Yes Sir! X4 Yeah, I’m a soldier, yeah a soldier Like Moja, Mbili tatu Moja Eh, Olyotya, Ebigambo bya Katonda byokya Kuva Lusaka paka Kamokya Ndi Mujasi, womuKama akuwonya nga Kyapambalasi Atambula nebamalaaya na baraasi, God is my witness He abolish every sickness with quickness, vicious Paint it like pictures when I’m trading Mic scriptures His word is something I treasure like riches, Back when I couldn’t get it together like stitches He rebooted my system and fixed all the glitches, So now I wait on the lord, tewali mpaka Twava mu taka, tuja kuda mu taka, Wenkolela ali Kabaka waba Kabaka Ajokufuga Ensi Yona, Paka! Hook Ha! I’m in a war though I ain’t even trying They know it’s all based on if I center my mind So I walk boldly behind enemy lines Laughing, cause I know the battle ain’t even mine So persecuted I don’t see people, I see Evil And I know that they don’t see me, they see the Holy G So greater’s in me than in them, with me than with them You wanna match wits, go ahead then But just look at who I’m is, look at who you are Look at who I’m with, and look at who you brought This ain’t a battle it’s a beating, you know you should be pleading And if you had a heart, the world would hear it beating So I endure hardship like a true soldier Affairs of this life don’t move me, they’re soon over The game is rigged, the battle’s already won I just gotta still be standing when the war is done Hook

Uh, RU!, Big Ups BMII Yeah I go through it too, Yego, Kinetic, Haaa, Thank God for Honesty… Heh Yeah, go head and tell them how you would handle it When it goes even better than you imagined it With a steez so smooth that it’s immaculate Speak so much truth, in the booth you’d think I’m catholic But the difference is, when they speak their mind, Their secrets remain theirs, but everyone hears mine It’s rare times, on this journey I don’t steer blind Still hoping one day that God’ll give me a sign I can really recognize, I reckon the second the Record dies, my day of reckoning will have then arrived Will I get penalized? Will it all be proven to have Been contrived and made clear that I never even tried? I leave stages as I, receive praises from sweet faces As knowing smiles get exchanged between strangers Yeah I could be saved, but, that don’t mean raving like Teenagers over my music is no longer deemed dangerous Hook You may not know it But I too have moments When I don’t know what to do Yes I go through it too I may not show it May not expose it But I’m like if only you knew Yes I go through it too You may not know it……. Yeah, that’s how it always seem to begin The blushing, the gasping, the unbeatable grin We never met, so there’s no way that we could be friends But with the right lighting and sound, we could pretend We in the club with the vibrating subs as the Gyrating rubs got them irate and acting up Or it’s just after youth afternoon service dudes flirting soon as the Pastor declares that Church is wrapping up Look, I could get stuck on the hypocrisy Or realize that making a change starts with me I learnt that gifts ain’t always fruit when I met loose seductive cute, chicks, that were still, accurate with prophecy Had stopped the fornicating a year and a half straight Then all of that changed on my last date, I’m sad to say And I could either sit and wallow or pick up and move - Voice telling me that I’m the one that gets to choose Hook …

(Produced by, BMII) Yeah, Messed up, it’s Messed up Girl Still I guess that’s just the way it go, Uh, Yeah, Hook And you Reap (You Reap) What You Sow (What you sow) And You Eat (You eat), what you grow (What you grow), So don’t you act like you don’t know (you know), Coz You know, (you know) you know (Cause you Reap) Reap (What You Sow) What you sow (And You Eat) eat, (what you grow) What you grow, (So don’t you act like you don’t know) cause you know, (Coz You know, you know, you know)….. Mm, Yeah, girl you done hit me in the head with, This one, telling me who you just slept with, I’m tripping, Yeah girl I know I did the same, but that Was, different, and why am I in so much pain? Knowing some other dude touched your frame And I don’t even know his name, Matter of fact I don’t want to know his name Cause I might just go insane, Girl I thought you were my Lois Lane, And I was your Superman Now all I am is Super mad thinking of the encounter that you just had And I cannot help but wonder, was he better, what was it like? Was it just once or did y’all go twice? Or did that brother go all night? C now I’m messing with myself, I doubt I ever felt this self-conscious I should’ve known one day I’d know what it must’ve felt When you’d learned what I had done, getting caught when I tried to hide it, so I no longer tried to front, and how you cried and cried I guess that payoff is a mother, and empty is her son As we betray more than each other, girl what have you done? Hook Yeah, so now I’m chilling on this couch Accusing in my heart, full of myself in this empty house And I can not help but think, about my Auntie who stay in church So I call her and tell her all of what went down and the way it hurts And she says baby hear me out, there’s two thieves on either side of Jesus Who both deserve to be where they at, they just disagree on how they see it, One’s like, if you’re who you say you are then get me out this Jam! The other’s like have mercy and please remember who I am And child I know that you’re in enraged but now there’s no one else to blame You made that bed where you lay your head, but I know one who’s felt your pain, See everyone of us is thieves, and we all deserve to hang But there’s one who never stole, who took our place up on that pole So you can let that anger eat you up, let that reflection beat you up Keep letting your enemy keep you down, or let your only hope lead you up Stop trying to think u tough, I need u to know That I love u but that don’t change that you WILL reap what u sow Hook …