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Welcome
I’m blue; discouraged and downhearted
I could smoke away a backyard of ganja and still anguish the same
Starting to feel like every verse I line will prolly be my final passage
R.I.P
02. Blood
Verse 1:
Uh
My veins and arteries bleed all for the sake of this art
You need to shed blood, sweat and tears for each lyric
Them sketchers use red paint but you take art serious
See, all these other rappers; they don’t know what’s called blood
Blood
Blood
I’m already running out but these youngings coming out for blood
I’m just trynna buy some time but I guess it’s too rich for my blood
Verse 2:
And the fans go crazy every time they see your blood
‘Cause you write like kings do, it’s all in the same vein
And the fans want new blood, I’m too old for this fight
Blood
Blood
I’m already running out but these youngings coming out for blood
I’m just trynna buy some time but I guess it’s too rich for my blood
Verse 3:
It means I’m living on borrowed time, I’m the next one to pass
But we blood
Hook:
Blood
I’m already running out but these youngings coming out for blood
I’m just trynna buy some time but I guess it’s too rich for my blood
03. Limelight
Verse 1:
Played truant, hated school and couldn’t wait for the weekend
It’s too bad that none of them could see the forest for the trees
That I’mma chase and never catch till the day that I die
But I said the dogs bark but the caravan goes on
Hook:
Verse 2:
Uh
But I only knew the rhymes; I wasn’t good with the business
Hook:
Verse 3:
My life a movie directed by Stanley Kubrick, I’m never missing a wide shot
I’m still going for the gold with every drop in my barrel
For all the world, I’d never trade this for anything
04. Asphalt
Verse 1:
My uncle took a stab at the streets and got stabbed in the streets
And since then, I’ve been chasing the high from that first hit
Hook:
Verse 2:
I’m fighting tooth and nail against the odds I was dealt
But what’s the booth for if not to spill my heart and my truth?
I get a rise outta these rhymes and the feelings they enkindle
I’d move heaven and earth to get some mint from these raps
So when I buy the farm, I’ll leave something for the fam
Let them know it weren’t for nothing what I did for this game
Hook:
Verse 3:
Hook:
The world is cold as a witch tit; we trynna survive in these mean streets
And the tweets get more likes than the party gets votes
Hook:
We putting in work
We making it work
We making it work
We putting in work
We making it work
We putting in work
We making it work
Verse 2:
Though you can find us on the net looking for jobs with a net
Hook:
We putting in work
We making it work
We putting in work
We making it work
We putting in work
We making it work
We putting in work
We making it work
Toda mabasa!
Few and far between are the records of those who made it
Only time will tell, if I’ll ever get the hang of life
My little brother came and that just made the bread thinner
Life got me by the balls, that only proves that I’m a man
Hook:
It is what it is y’all
You can’t worry about the things you can’t control
Until you fuck around, you’ll never know that karma’s a bitch
It is what it is y’all
Until you fuck around, you’ll never know that karma’s a bitch
Verse 2:
I had to learn the hard way, Dad said my way or the highway
The critics say the flow’s a bit rough around the edges
It is what it is y’all
Until you fuck around, you’ll never know that karma’s a bitch
It is what it is y’all
Until you fuck around, you’ll never know that karma’s a bitch
Verse 3:
And stay outta the hole until the day my casket lowered
Hook:
It is what it is y’all
Until you fuck around, you’ll never know that karma’s a bitch
It is what it is y’all
Until you fuck around, you’ll never know that karma’s a bitch
Block 213
Dead or alive
Yeah
Verse 1:
We’d fight all the bad cess the universe shelled out
Till the day we hatched but our memories grew older than us
Hook:
Verse 2:
Man, would you believe that I’m working with Syn now?
I hope we’ll all meet again and get to do the happy dance
Hook:
Verse 1:
Tried to raise the kid but they got him for his whole life
But Mike was a good sport, only smoked the good pot
Taught us how to hoop, we all knew him as a good shot
Cuffed him and they judged him, locked a nigga till he's 40
Bridge:
We day blind
We day blind
We day blind
Hook:
Verse 2:
Trynna shine in a world that will eat her for her glow
Pretty little Jane Doe riding the cars and their drivers
The mother no longer cares about her son and her daughter
'Cause her father didn't love her and his father went to jail
How could she not lose it? What they doing on the street?
What the hell you gon do when you got two kids on the street?
Bridge:
We day blind
We day blind
We day blind
Hook:
Verse 3:
Took him to the nick and he ain't seen outta the wall since
And they all screamed, "Fuck the police" on their way down
We still living off the hook and scarper from the old billy
We day blind
09. Warmth
Intro:
Verse 1:
Would his son ever forgive him? That was one of his fears
Jumped bones and jumped ship and moved on with his life
Hook:
Mhai
Mhai
Verse 2:
Hook:
Mhai
Mhai
Verse 3:
And laughed out of court the idea our love would fail
Thought all it took was roses and kisses and we’d prevail
Pining for karma to cross your path for all the double-crossing
Drink away your memory, wiping out all of the times past
Carried a torch for us, you only made the light dimmer
Hook:
Mhai
Mhai
Poem:
The last time my heart broke, I hatched a new plan to build a new latch for the door
would not scatter the shards that keep getting sharper and smaller with each entry.
Back then one knew that tape or gum would suffice, so we kept change for lost off-chances,
over-the-counter jinx fixes for the chipped teeth of a heart that bit more chunk than it could
chew.
Over the years, as reruns with no prenups took more blood from each bleed,
What little mess one could mop up with the edge of a t-shirt soon became hurts too brittle for
spittle to bring its lips back into harmony,
10. Alive
Verse 1:
I got homies I balled with just the night ‘fore they died
With any luck, I’ll prolly live to see my big man proud
She waited with bated breath for the day that I’d grow
Hook:
I used to write down my dreams and fold ‘em into paper planes
Then I’d hear her sob softly through the rest of the night
And move outta here and leave ‘em with their other son
That’s why my first year of grind, I gave you every grand that I made
And said, let’s build that house you always wanted to have
Synopsis
"Ekhaya" is the deeply personal fourth album by hip-hop collective Malcom Mufunde & YaadUniverse.
Produced by YaadUniverse's in-house talents, Tyhill and The Maker, the album explores the overarching
theme of "home," as reflected in its Ndebele title.
In “Ekhaya”, Malcom Mufunde lays bare his vulnerabilities, addressing his flaws and personal trials with
remarkable honesty. The album serves as a transparent reflection of the rapper’s journey, revealing the
reasons behind his hiatus after their previous album, "Existence."
Through soul-stirring lyricism and thought-provoking storytelling, Malcom delves into the complex
dynamics of finding a sense of belonging and how it relates to his personal experiences. "Ekhaya" lyrically
encapsulates the profound longing, introspection, and self-discovery that come with the concepts of family
and friendship.
With its raw emotions and heartfelt narratives, the album invites listeners to embark on a profound and
intimate journey and serves as a testament to the transformative power of self-reflection, growth, and the
pursuit to find solace and identity.