Intro: 2024
Sssss, I saw dead people.
(Massacred the streets, no?)
Verse 1: 2024
Aye, massacred the streets, so
No real leaders around, just a pony show.
State clowns, punch their timestamps, tell ’em “Leave bro.”
Raise a finger then a coin toss, then walk around like they know.
What’s up with these slave masters trying to get their laugh on?
The government can hate me, dust ’em off and they drama.
How many cops you really got? I mean, it’s staged corruption.
Ain’t gonna pass another body, seen enough stacked on.
Hit a pass and find the tribal it’s earth scorchin’.
Such times you run out to slow the triggers.
Satisfied journeyman, mileage about to outscore him.
Get him down, up on a pedestal and he still missing the rim.
Souls on him, export hits, jury, dethrone him.
Say, snakes, my Apple costs a lung.
I’ll soon barter or sell my blocked one.
I pray you snitch and lose everything you have.
Just to make sure the king has nothing on him.
They tell me for once you shall work just to pull this down.
All party to the nasty, you playin’ with us now.
It used to be our X space, why are you around?
Certified Lawmakers? Certified copycats!
Grab, grab, grab, grab, grab, we lock em’ up.
Grab, grab, grab, grab, grab, they steal your stuff.
Why you coding like a switch? Ain’t you fired?
Trynna strike accord but you’re usually A-Liaaaaaar!
They not like us, they not like us, they not like us.
They don’ like us, they don’ like us, they don’ like us.
Verse 2: 2025
You think what you say’s gon’ affect our vigour?
I think ’27 gon’ be your last drop, go figure.
Did us foul, why are we still pretending?
Court of owls. Bad leaders and bad snitches, more..
Workers not bums.
Circle a tale/tail when you rant.
Conniving with the flaw/flow.
The state is knee deep, exhausting dream by promise.
It’s always something, on how to service a leech.
Must have been a Most Wanted.
Change a law, the ballboys kick a bottom up kissin’.
To be or die, I had to spit somethin’.
Ancestors on a ledge, they flippin in their boxes.
What the letters stand for? “Deliberate Criminal Intent”? Bully.
This one is truly gonna cost ya, you’ll feel it when getting stepped on.
You won’t manage to duck it, probably go into hidin’.
Get your masks on, for action, the precedent, we hard worn.
Screw around, get abolished.
There’s pain and growing death in jail, no new writin’.
Then lie in our faces, apologies never arrivin’.
Our heroes rose home cause we didn’t deserve their ether.
Dandora burning to control, we speak their names in this arena.
Homabay ain’t seen her justice either, we prey gettin’ hunted by Glocks.
The moment you get registered, boots on your neighbourhood porch.
Bursting no knockin’, time’s up on the clock.
Now it’s all eyes on you, you ain’t got time to pack, ‘kay?
The people remain we, you are getting dropped, aye
Six piece voting? We are past the box, aye
How many deaths do you really have in mind? Aye
One, two, three, four, five, plus fifty? Aye
Most of ’em do lie, say on God, aye
They never speak true, especially when inside, aye
Retire them all, we need a fresh starter, aye
See this backup, raise the dust, get outside, aye
They not like us, they not like us, they not like us
They don’ like us, they don’ like us, they don’ like us
Verse 3: June 25th 2025
Not long ago, most of us were peaceful.
They still doubled down on the news calling us some thugs.
The same old conjecture, without doing the needful.
Mothers crying on the record, bodies piling for the bag.
We won’t clean up rivers because they are crime scenes.
Fast forward, 2025, your violence still chooses no gender.
You run to deny when your checks need a balance.
Breaking down to fool whom? Are you up for the challenge?
A call from the future said it’s a one term club. (aye, that)
Real soon your time gon’ be up. (that)
The streets will still get ahead.
That bar feels like it went right over your head. (aye, that)
Piki piki ‘pon key now can’t pick a side. (that)
Hustlers said that you good, but they lied.
Started off as banter, now it’s more shot callers.
Bullets for colleagues, we are supposed to be none the wiser.
The State matters but the truth of the matter.
It was never God’s plan but the words of a liar.
Bridge: 2025
Mm
Mhm
He’s done, he’s done, he’s done. (mm)
She’s done, she’s done, she a
Gangland trigger, she a ’27 gone
Gangland trigger, he a ’27 gone
They they they ruining your lives
They they they ruining your lives
Gangland trigger, she a ’27 gone
Gangland trigger, he a ’27 gone
They they they ruining your lives
They they they ruining your lives
Let me hear you say “HA-RA-MBEE” (HA-RA-MBEE)
Say “HA-RA-MBEE” (HA-RA-MBEE)
Today’s the day, new heroes day
Today’s the day, new heroes day
Outro: 2025
Are you Kenyan?
Are we comrades?
Today’s the day, new heroes day
Today’s the day, new heroes day
25th June 2025
The Divine Bandit™ 