#Payola Remix (The Written Version)
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“We with S dot J, are you saying he proclaim no one can touch me on stage…S Dot J…S…”
... Dot Junior...Look, I’m humbled for recognition, been steady supporting your missions
From Ba4za to the PKs to every stage invasion
To The Greatest Sellout and beyond, til all my favs become gods
Break laws, flood radio and TV, til my dudes become dons
It’s a given, I will spend my money, cop that CD and use my bandwidth
I just want y’all to break bread, break records, bake hits
I will spread links, use your lyrics to bag chicks, dance til I need spare kicks
I will still bump music from all Pretoria cliques, naysayers can eat a bag of dick
I don’t rap so I idolize all you cats, you speak what I regard as facts, I relate to your tracks,
your hustle I respect, I still get star struck when I give y’all daps
I’m a hooligan with a pen, shout out The Anvils
Sound system on high decibels, I recite and repeat all quotables
A black beast with the columns, debate for y’all on all forums
I +get down and blow a fuse+ on fools who don’t respect PTA’s decorum
+Wajaja Boss+, cut your loss, this the +nzela monene+, PTA up in here
The boom bap you hear, pens and swords I still have, S Dot Jay up in here
This respect, +You Can Have It+, Cap City got my respect, game on throttle
I’m +Fired Up+ coz of the reciprocation, doubters I could just +Hit Them With A Bottle+
I just speak the stat quo of the state of this here from stage nites at State Theatre
Stale offerings stain the strength of rap that stay with stale haters
I just put it down only way I know how, God bless you all!