Ganja beats why did you do this 
Ygen 
Ah

Verse 1
Do I look like I’m a criminal 
Just because I’m wearing different clothes 
Stereotypes make it difficult, I thought society was liberal 
We the original and aboriginal 
But what they did to us was despicable 
Our ancestors probably didn’t know 
They’d be killing generation indigo 
But since a embryo in my mother's womb 
When you release, we was coming soon 
They hope I’m just another coloured bru 
With no wife, kids or a honeymoon 
They hope I collapse and I don’t balance 
And I go backwards to the low standards 
But I won’t have it I’m the commander 
Of my own planet 
So God dammit 
This is something that you need to hear aloud 
Brown mense, the world is ours 
But those in power never will allow 
Us to hold it coz they think we'll burn it down 
Coz they know that we the flame starters 
The chosen ones is who we take after 
We were raised harder and we came conquered 
Showed middle fingers to the slave master 
Lord I pray, for all my slaves 
Every word I say is like Minora blades 
When I think of all of those who fought and gave their life 
And aren’t even in the hall of fame 
Sebago's fuck Dakota's 
For my soldiers who got their throats cut 
Slam dunk yeah fuck a donut 
I took revenge for my oupa 
Like rah…

Chorus
Pasop, ou kaapie
Go bos, go taartie
We rof, you thought, we stof
But kaantie
Pasop, ou kaapie
Go bos, go taartie
We rof, you thought, we stof
But kaantie

They ask me if I’m gonna change my name
When I’m older and I reach a certain age
Ou kaapie
Sharp enough to cut you when you shave
Fuck a fade, I’ma sny him with the blade
Uh ou kaapie

Verse 2
Sending this out to my OG’s
Who’ve blessed me but they don’t sneeze
In Hillbrow they’ve shown me
Jozi from the Goldreef
Sterk bek I used to pick a fight
I wasn’t always on the winning side
I came home with a injured eye
Now I’m skarreling with mommy’s kitchen knife
But now I’m mature, my songs are pure
Enforce the law, you horse manure
And that means that you horse kak
Wash rag, you a los lap
One skoot slat jou longs pap
I go spring bok jas
So I write my lyrics with a wrist guard
Blade bars keep the tip sharp
Naaiers on me, Campbell
So I'm rukking uit the handheld
Sorry summer’s been cancelled
CPT you can’t spell
Better learn all your acronyms
Coz I’ma push it to the maximum
I’m always putting all the passion in
No water but we tapping in
I’m a Capetownian African
Taking all new applicants
And I challenge rappers coz they mannequins
And they wanna prove that they masculine
But no bra, don’t touch, fuck Facebook, we’ll post up
Kanala bru keep your hole shut
Coz my goons get your bones crushed
Like rah…

Chorus
Pasop, ou kaapie
Go bos, go taartie
We rof, you thought, we stof
But kaantie
Pasop, ou kaapie
Go bos, go taartie
We rof, you thought, we stof
But kaantie

They ask me if I’m gonna change my name
When I’m older and I reach a certain age
Ou kaapie
Sharp enough to cut you when you shave
Fuck a fade, I’ma sny him with the blade
Ou kaapie

Pasop ou kaapie
Go bos, go taartie
We rof, you thought, we stof
But kaantie
Pasop ou kaapie
Go bos, go taartie
We rof, you thought, we stof
But kaantie

They ask me if I’m gonna change my name
When I’m older and I reach a certain age
Ou kaapie
Sharp enough to cut you when you shave
Fuck a fade, I’ma sny him with the blade
Ou kaapie
Ou kaapie
Ou kaapie
Ou kaapie
Ou kaapie
Ou kaapie
Ou kaapie
Ou kaapie

Outro
I've heard this many times
Ou Shaak you taking it too personal
I say fuck you man tell me take it personal
It's your fucking business, this is me