Thursday, 23 June 2011

Another Summer Without Sun



"Another Summer Without Sun"
Written by Ootz ft Tumi, Lebo Mochudi & Reason Produced by Ootz
The POWA Mixtape

Reason Hook:

Yet another summer without sun/
But another brother that sounds dumb/
It's a circus when Im around coz/
Ringmaster here to whip cats that clowned him/



Verse:

- 1st of all please pardon my speech/
- Honest and brief is a part of my speech/
I’m called an Honor to peeps for being a cause to the Beats/
They on some fuck that shit like a sodomy piece/

- Cause I never wear Shades I don't need/
And I don't kick it with the best like Thierry Henry/
- I don't believe in being biggest or richest M.C./
But I believe in being the realest one to get an M-3/

- Buckets seats for my seeds/
*&on my idi amin, killing cats for think Im weak/
Fuck a flow I got seas about the 3 size of me’s/
Which means, I cause the same damage Tokoyos seen/

So I’m never stressin’ the beats but I just rest on it sweet/
I Got words banging ya head like a wrestlers tweet/
Tighter than a very thick chick fit in them jeans/
That why the best in the scene call me the best you never seen/

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Monday, 20 June 2011

15 Grand


"15 Grand"
Written by Reason Produced by Ootz
Motif Records

Hook:
Shorty please get that yaself off me/
All I wanna do is feed my seeds/
(Gimme my 15 grand!)

Hater please get ya self off me/
All I wanna do is get my cheese/
(Gimme my 15 grand!)

Brother please get ya self off me/
All I wanna do get my drink/
(Gimme my 15 grand!)

Every body get ya self on me/
Tell em we aint gone rest so   please!/
(Gimme my 15 grand!)

Verse 1:

*I woke up early with that bad liquor breath/
*T-Shirt stinkin’ with the smell of cigarettes/
Got a heavy ass headache, I’m hung over I guess/
Wifey’s half naked like them sun babes in the press/

Staring at her body while she’s busy getting dress/
I turn over to check the time and then start to----- stress/
I’m late again and She’s not impressed/
Half dead, like the fat lady was singing from my chest/

This is us, young, gifted and black but depressed/
she just quit her job, so we livin off this cheaque/
Livin off these mic checks, lyrics and respect/
Plus the bank started flirting with me breathing down my neck/

- I’m rolling up the trees like voetsek/
*Like the national Soccer Coach I’m always under pressure/
-and so I still kick these raps/ so please…
don’t give me crap when all i need is 15 GRANDS!

Hook:
Shorty please get that yaself off me/
All I wanna do is feed my seeds/
(Gimme my 15 grand!)

Hater please get ya self off me/
All I wanna do is get my cheese/
(Gimme my 15 grand!)

Brother please get ya self off me/
All I wanna do get my drink/
(Gimme my 15 grand!)

Every body get ya self on me/
Tell em we aint gone rest so   please!/
(Gimme my 15 grand!)

Verse 2:

---- I’m tryina pay back credit cards/
Debit cards/ get a better job and then a car/
Take my moms to place she aint never seen before/
Take my team to number 1 in the game and beat the score/

What the hell you think breathing for/
I’m tryina eat wit ya’ll and get cheese some more like a pizza store/
And What the hell you think beefin for???/
Cause each o’ ya’ll don’t wanna speak at all/ whenever the receipts are called/

- The worst is that ya pockets aint deep at all/
ya cheaques always bounce like an ass when hits floor/
chicks bounce when i kick a song/
they listen more & bang they heads back & forth like oral intercourse/

This for ya’ll who want Cash on demand/
Tell ya mans to smack the hand or Send the cash to my bank/
---- I’m from the east of the rand/
so if you don’t have cash, make a plan, I want is 15 Grand/

Hook:
Shorty please get that yaself off me/
All I wanna do is feed my seeds/
(Gimme my 15 grand!)

Hater please get ya self off me/
All I wanna do is get my cheese/
(Gimme my 15 grand!)

Brother please get ya self off me/
All I wanna do get my drink/
(Gimme my 15 grand!)

Every body get ya self on me/
Tell em we aint gone rest so   please!/
(Gimme my 15 grand!)all i need is 15 GRANDS!

Verse 3:

*Cause I’m honestly convinced bloody worth it/
enough to say your favorite M.C. is not perfect/
Line ‘em up with all they accolades and illest verse/
I’ll show you that the game got sweet rappers like a church bin/

This what we work with, talent at its worst coz/
Talent at its best  is obsessed wit ya girlfriend/
I guess for now I’m tryina get what makes the world spin/
till then, ya 2012 M.C.’s watch the world end/

- Used to do it for props until last year/
- Coz props wasn’t standing at the cashier/
But it was fam there, standing wit some cash there/
Putting they money where their heart was like transplants/

bought an album that was half rap and half jazz/
half common, half Lauren, tumi and ras kass/
don’t be surprised I’m with a big ass band/
I’m dr dolittle talkina cats that got my 15 Grand

Hook:
Shorty please get that yaself off me/
All I wanna do is feed my seeds/
(Gimme my 15 grand!)

Hater please get ya self off me/
All I wanna do is get my cheese/
(Gimme my 15 grand!)

Brother please get ya self off me/
All I wanna do get my drink/
(Gimme my 15 grand!)

Every body get ya self on me/
Tell em we aint gone rest so   please!/
(Gimme my 15 grand!)






Popular Demand (Clipse Remix)


"Popular Demand (Clipse Remix)"
Written by Reason Produced by Pharrel
l Williams
Motif Records

And that's the only pop that I demand/
So Pop the toaster in, I brought the T with Proper Jams/
Popping in & cock blocking em for clockin in/
The weakest flows Ive ever seen since emarentia dam/

Im going in! without a drizzy pause on any end/
Burning my xmas trees untill my presents glow again/
Oh I am... what you been aching for, call me the asprin,
That's been, dropping shit ev-erywhere like my ass squint/

- Hero with many credible actions/
- if I was acting Id have incredible ass kicks/
And back spins... I switch styles like an ass when,
Its tapped from the front to the back like them actors/ Im That Sick...

I stretched myself like elastic/
Coz cats think since I aint cashless I aint as drastik/
You bastards... Thinkin that silence is for the has beens/
You know you Aint Man enough for me like Tony Braxton/

People ask if I will ever rise above this swag shit/
To me that's like askin if the slave sweats the master/
Reason is the massacre, sharp villain through Africa/
Im Leaving dead bodies on the streets to school characters/

- Tha's dedicated to you with shady passages/
Always tryina brag to us bout chicks, money and cameras/
Fagot homey that was just a piece, of what the package is/
ill keep bringin the heat untill the fans keep demanding us/


These Streets



"These Streets" Feat KG (Morafe)
Written by Reason Produced by Instro
theREASONing

Intro:

If you ever wondered what I write in what I say…
I would have to say it’s my environment. Where I’m from, where I live, where I breath , where I walk, where I sleep… it’s the streets.

Verse:1

You think that I would
*capture the essence of street music alone/
I got beats boomin’ at home, with that deep movement alone/
My peeps move on the low/ and they keep pushing for doe/
With the heat, book or the glow/ like beef cooking your soul/ it’s deep!

Down in the heart, of the uninspired characters/
That went through massacre, of gully totsi taals and “ma se kinds”/ want ek weet/ we’re like them kaapstaad kasi flats/
Cause, loosin’ your front teeth from these punches – “is maklik”/

Bust flavor like a cold icy in summer days/
With that kinda jade, it makes you aggravate the hunger pains/ Reas Against the Beast, releasing outta rage/
- matter of fact/ here’s a page put that on the sun daily/

Chourus:

Ak’si Him’ o bala le ‘ngoma,
Histraat’ es’bala le ‘ngoma (uyang’thola?)
Ak’si Him’ o bala le ‘ngoma,
these street k’mele sdale le ‘ngoma (uyang’thola?)
Verse:2
I - Jump on the song spitting “fire breathing dragon”/
and step on somebody toes like crazy street bashes/
I do this for them brothers that’ll pull the seat back cause/ those are the brothers that hit the road, and look passed it/

magic, is nothing a lesser than what you imagine/
cause little boys pack it, in old plastic packets/
hide in they jackets, they puff and then they pass it/
cause snazzy situation make the society cashless/

but actions, speak louder then words, under this earth/
that’s why bus’in these rhymes, sometimes doubles worth/
but, the concrete jungle’ll hustle me first/
just before I kick it gangstar and put the money first/


Chourus:

Ak’si Him’ o bala le ‘ngoma,
Histraat’ es’bala le ‘ngoma (uyang’thola?)
Ak’si Him’ o bala le ‘ngoma,
these street k’mele sdale le ‘ngoma (uyang’thola?)

Verse:3
See when the
pen touches the pad/ it invents summin with passion/
the stress love and the sadness/ that stretched all over Africa/ whether we cram it African, or Anglo languages/
we kill it in passages, like kasi mentality happenings/

like adding adjectives, with adequate levels of excellence/
with the assassin ship, of a character bus’in gats and sh**/ make you run it back a bit to catch that little rap I kicked/ that got the streets burning like them guys who make gusheshe’s spin/

-crowd pleaser, with heart and soul/
but I’m not a clown either, I rock hard shows/
drop flows, in the burb, and a lot in my hood too/
cause shook dudes bunny chow on my styles like hood food/

Dude! Reasons embedded in hoods too/ I move right through like criminals would do/ I school ‘em, move ‘em/ clap and I boom ‘em/ bang like bazooka’s till anger resume in the movement/


Chourus (x2):

Ak’si Him’ o bala le ‘ngoma,
Histraat’ es’bala le ‘ngoma (uyang’thola?)
Ak’si Him’ o bala le ‘ngoma,
these street k’mele sdale le ‘ngoma (uyang’thola?)

Truth Be Told

"Truth Be Told"
Written by Reason & Tumelo Produced by Battlekat
theREASONing

Reason Verse :

South Africa wake up and see what I see with my eyes/
The pure lies of your lies, of your lies, that up rise/
And surface, In my rhyme schemes, pipe dreams rush to yours minds/
Sniffed with American Swiss cards line after line and I try…/

Turn a blind eye half of the time/
But the other half sees cries of children inside wombs
Of mothers that smoke fumes of pollution and i/
Can’t help but cry when I ask myself but why?/

Why little girls are wearing miniskirts at school/
At 16 years of age it seems dirt looks cool/
It hurts to view publications that hurt the youth/
Long fleshy legs, slim figured and tall is what pervert’s choose/

Like front cover that these black kids duplicate/
Pills to loose the weight, and all the surgeries to loose the face/
It’s not right, people died for useless mistakes/
Kids giving birth to kids, coz nobody chooses to wait/

15 years of freedom in the nation/
And kids are still walking barefooted for a feeble education/
Officials rob the nation taking our financial basics/
The country messed up and all I really gotta say is…

Chorus: X4


Truth be told! The ghetto ain’t cool nomore!
We in a system where you don’t really choose nomore!
Money’s about status not about food nomore!
Take a good look, it ain’t about you nomore!

Genocide Verse:


Truth is, our souls are fabricated/
And our minds are not elevated/
We try to walk but we faint/
A lost people yearnings for a better day/

No love! We don’t care!
We strive to see a brighter day/
We lie to ourselves and say it’s okay/

Truth is, that we were meant to be A
better people (better people)
Chosen for a (better life)
Greater people (better people)
A people of truth!

Promised forever more! Forever more x 8
  

Bambezela Remix


"Bambezela (Instro Remix)"
Written by Reason Produced by Instro
theREASONing

Verse 1:

I’m from a land of survivors, riders and ametuer flyers/
Strivina rise to the skys/ and grab on whatever surfices/
It seems whatever the prize is, we wanna gamble and try it/
And if manage to buy it better be damned we goned flaunt it/

Some of them drawn to a spirit of hearin God in these lyrics/
Tryina bring forth to the critics that this aint normal to live in/
Try to  walk but we slipping… and I am often a victim/
Of hearing problems of  people who keep on pourin and sinkin/

Said inyuku nespaan sbali ang’cavi kanjani/
magriz al’phela anga khali ngapa ne maidi asacwali/
kodwa ngenzeni kumdali I looked him back with worry/
And said ntwan une s'khati, phesist ungazi beki phantshi/
Bambezela Lova

God didn’t bring the far to leave me standing on my own/
Coz I’m never alone, I’m never alone/ X2

That’s why I walk right/
I speack Right, I do Right/
Gotta stay true to me/

Verse 2:

I’m from a land o’ the dreamers, where we are branded and deemed as/
As nothing but under achievers, bragging and dragging ‘em beamers/
Lead to believe we not leaders/ yet they perceive as leaders/
in HIV cause we freaking,  just -  like we see  on the TV/

Yet we can see it like Stevie/ but we got nothina loose/
Feelin like reason is my Avatar exposin to the truth/
I’m blowin holes the roof/ tryina bring hope to the youth/
Tryina bring peace ya sisters feelin like hoes they youth/


Said ungaz’ubabuz k’phela, isghela bengis galela/
iNdlela bezing' valela, nom’twana uvele wa vela/
Iphupho nalo la phela, I looked her back nginhleka/
Ngamfundisa uk'bambezela... sthandwa mamela/www.reverbnation.com/reasonthemass

Selfish Politics (Slum Village Remix)



"Selfish Politics" (Slum Village Remix)
Written by Reason Produced by Kanye West
WenzTheAlbumCominOut?Mixtape

They said: Vote for me, vote for us/
Vote for a better life and for the party you trust/
Vote for jobs, health care and poverty cuts/
But 5 years from now, we’ll still be voting for such/

- They promise people alotta relevant things/
Stressin that things - will be better if veterans win/
But then in the end, the government’ll battle again/
Coz they plannina win your votes with celebrity spins/

(Ha!) -and that ‘s what breaks my heart now/
pops fought for a freedom he ain’t felt since he got out/
Raising us now, seems harder coz he got out/
To see cats he ran with, snatch water from dry mouths /

-But wait! Let’s take some time out/
And give props to everything the governments piled out/
Child support grants, power cuts and how bout’/
Fake ass condoms and some 45 houses/

-Ok! Maybe 45 thousand/
In 4 to 5 towns, you can afford with 5 000/
the force of 5000/ shouting!
Fuck the Gautrain/ we got falling down, falsified house/

-And then u tell me vote for ya!
Vote Zille, vote Lektota, vote Zuma/
Vote coz it’s what we fought for and “vote coz ahhh…/
…If you vote for me, I’ll rob and not kill ‘em”/

So I say - Fuck the government!
Fuck whoever’s the cause informal settlements/
The devil is runnin this city metro police/
And all we gotta show for it, is ink on thumb on ya shit/

-Thinking I’m dumb and shit!
After 2010 we might be where Zimbabwe is/
-And you’ll also be laughing in ‘em garden chairs/
Sippin on them cheers, drowning in ya selfish


Hook x4
Politician’s is selfish/
Ya wannit to ya’self you can’t help it/


Credits:

Written: Reason
Album: “WenzTheAlbumCuminOut?Mixtape” (2009)www.reverbnation.com/reasonthemass

They Don't Really Care About us (MJ Remix)


"They Don't Really Care About us (Dynamic Remix"
Written by Reason Produced by Dynamic
Leak

Hook:
I left the hood to get closer to all my hustles/
and to live a better for all time that I had struggled/
I doubled all my successes and even all o’ my troubles/
But it’s sucks coz every time I go back I’m seeing the devils and

chorus
[ALL I WANNA SAY IS THAT THEY DONT REALLY CARE ABOUT US?]

I speak for Katlehong and every other ghetto/
when I say it’s in despicable, half o’ the shit we getting through/
lack o’ sanitation and infestations that ridicule/
the bitter few, with little food and  little kids to get to school/

-I remember you - government officials/
saying help is just a around the corner just to get some votes/
ya’ll fix some roads, cause some damage only  you can solve/
then turn around and  tell people change’ll take a little long/

-I look at men and women flooding up grants/
Tryina get some cash, standing in a line, to take my taxes/
And yes it’s pretty sad but, yes….I understand/
Ya can’t expect no higher learnin’ when the school below the average/

S’why teachers sleep with chick and let ‘em pass coz/
them chick don’t need a book to get a job with all those assists/
no wonder people turn to witch doctors and pastors/
coz ya’ll suits don’t give damn, telling people theres  and chance but…

chorus
[ALL I WANNA SAY IS THAT THEY DONT REALLY CARE ABOUT US?]
I ain’t tryina be political at all but…

Verse 2

‘fya ever wondered why I’m so tempted to cuss/
it’s coz they tryina tear apart the taxi industry with buses/
they tryina tap my phone like they don’t where  all the drugs is/
-If they ain’t helping all the criminals, who gave ‘em guns then?/


see little kids carry beers for they moms/
tens in they palms/ guess there’s no dinner till tomorrow/
shit, sometimes I question, if mayor cares at all/
asked him for a better life and all they gave us was a mall/

look...  I think the higher powers really tryin to clown us/
hating on our shacks but they refuse to give us houses/
- push us around and speack for hours just announcin’/
They got enough in all they bank accounts to sink a township/

It’s B-E-E’s with HTC’S/
Rover or jeeps, a beach house in CPT/
a self asteem, that’s delt with steam/
the type who chased his dream, took ya butter just to make his cream/

Bury Me Alive

Bury Me Alive [La Beat Tape]

Chorus: [x 2]
So bury in my illest piece when the casqued goes DOWN! 
WHEN THE CASQUED GOES DOWN!
Tell the world I got less while I was tryin get MORE!
I WAS TRYINA GET MORE!

Verse  1
Follow my districts, reason the mass has been sick/
Designer strips thick on the scene like I’m jennifer hudson/
Sekshin seven kept a brother looking fresh plus/
I think I made enough downloads to buy kids kicks/

I never bragged about the live before/
Coz I thought these wanna be’s would up the game and raise the score/
But! - They still the same as before, Staying with moms/
Flossin with cars/ they mama bought/ with they retirement doe/

Dudes! - I look at Caster Semenya and understand/
-How weird it feels like, to kill a track and be called the man/
I thought I had it! I thought – winnin was standard/
Feelin’ paralyzed to your critism, I can’t stand it/

I’m like fuck it! i’m ready to kick the bucket!
Coz my skillz told ya swagger, [hammer time] you can’t touch this/
Tell kalushi - get that grey horse tux in/
Coz when I die, I wanna be holdin bread like a lunch tin/

Chorus: [x 2]
So bury in my illest piece when the casqued goes DOWN! 
WHEN THE CASQUED GOES DOWN!
Tell the world I got less while I was tryin get MORE!
I WAS TRYINA GET MORE!

Verse 2
So When I *go out… I wanna got out shootin/
And I mean when I die, I don’t mean when to the club stupid/
I’m tryina clean up my damn image/
so I promised you damn critics I wouldn’t take lesser than 6 digits/ Ha!

walkin the ground feeling grounded like a migit/
coz one day I wanna buy my pops tims so we can kick it!/
get my little brother whips just to get him driven/
and to make sure my nobody elses pickin up my sister/

-I’m just – a - nother product of what is dope/
I M.C. coz Pep-C’s pep talk when they sniff coke/
I roll with brothers in they 30’s tryin get doe/
Students of life selling the texts books on how to make notes/

I prophecy, in zero nine, what’ll arise/
Coz when I die,  I wanna ride a little high in an x5/
-Bless rhymes, [take 5] and live life!/
Coz I’m livina die insteada dyina be alive!/ so

Chorus: [x 2]
So bury in my illest piece when the casqued goes DOWN! 
WHEN THE CASQUED GOES DOWN!
Tell the world I got less while I was tryin get MORE!
I WAS TRYINA GET MORE!www.reverbnation/r