- hook - S.T.R.A.P -
We on fire, not the orange but the blue flames
Black, yellow, red soldiers highly flammable like propane
Momentum to achieve we can’t be stopped, we’re some freight trains
Verbal intellects, we got them hooked like some cocaine

- Verse 1 - S.T.R.A.P -

My mind is always on the move it never
stays stationary, clutch mentally
trying to hit the last 3 like Robert Horry
verbal technician so you better bring your dictionary
cause I float on these niggas like ice in January
and I told you simple Rap kids Im not your ordinary
Im spitting Bars so legendary
till the day im dead and buried
always be a visionary, im jumpin on tracks, im pressin em out
like missionary so my kids will never have to worry
and how many times have I told you rap Kats Im a lyrical landmine
coz in the booth I loss my damn mind, ill lines with the sick rhymes
I stay on my damn grind.
searching for a solution so Africa give me time,
pressure on shoulders press it up Im trying to Incline.
Enlightened from day one, Intellect when I come through
Rebel without a cause social commentary is my brew
with a million schemes its seem like a bizzare dream
when Im trynna supply some food for thought, I guess Im catering to the rap
or better see you later-in to this wack rapper...bye.



- Verse 2 - Paul Nyakatura -
(Cocaine) to butane
Freebase this dude flame
Off shrewd spoons with Hussein
Y’all let who through?
These 2 fools got screws loose
Highly flammable cannibal
You are what you eat, ain’t ya?
Well the only I competition I see is a doppelgänger
Relevance 3000 Kelvin
Intelligence 100 Celsius
Identical to atypical
Spawn physical
Help the helplessness
Education not embellishment
Educate over embellishment
Ahead of a lost time
Quantum leapt across divides
You think when sleeping upon my niceness
I write this on consignment from Dionysus
I’m feisty, fiery
Try heat, lie to me
Icing’s enticing even when I’m slightly incited
Bite me?
Better cite me!
At the slight sense I’m slighted
Christ! Its crises!
Your nights are with Pisces
I’d be who to blame
You a lame
My crew the gang doin’ thangs
Whose mind conspires over the soaring spires of empires torn by a true phalanx
(We on fire not the orange but the blue flames)

- hook -

- Verse 3 - S.T.R.A.P -
1987 a beast was born producers moan R.I.P another beat is gone
coz the accent is so foreign and Im never alone
Africa is John Stockton pass the rock to me Im Karl Marlone
its like the beginning and the end, the Alpha the Omega
keep a mighty 16 so you nigga cant Bit em like Sega
Genesis, as it was written, Ima lead the sheep to the promise
n I aint talking abt exodus.
coz wisdom is free but not a free for all, substance over matter
keep em thoughts metaphysical..NIGGA!
now through this aperture lil hole in my wall
I got plenty bags of sand n cement stuck in my moles.
And foundation wont let me fall, I hula hoop around these lil brain niggas
the axis of which I revolve, Critic-ass nigga here is my substance stair n dissolve,
solvent to your mind with the abstract metaphors.
Its the rebirth of rap YEAH! Im bringin the Renaissance back, illuminate my contract
like the old-man Masaccio passin it down to the next Leonardo, the mic is my Fresco
and we all slaves to the peso.