The Throne Lyrics by KWESTA

Asithandazelaneni

God bless, As-Salamu Alaykum

Hot mess, iRhyme iHabanero

The flop is, we’re jobless, siphanda amaDinero

Ak’hlanganeni ighetto

Or else sizoze sihlangenele eGhetto

Sixabanele int’engekho

Glass house

sidlalana ney’ngedo

What’s that about?

Uk’dakwa nje ifame, joe

igama lami uSenzo

And you can’t kill the king

Can’t stop the reign

Can’t stop the pain

Can’t stop the rain

Can’t stop the hate

Can’t look away

Can’t stop debating (the baiting)

But can’t hook the hake

Can’t force a change

Tree tops have shade

Can cop the fame

But you can’t block the praying

Unlock the brain

Unclog the drain

Guns, cops and raids

Son, stop the playing

UyiStarring le kaGogo

ang’geji, ngiyashaya ngqo qho, tshotsho

cha, mntase angi AIMi

Ngimele ozogoloza,

ummeli walamasoja

Anyela unongoloza we game

Hopped off the train,

Hopped on the plane

The long shots I made are so off your range

My sort of fall off was not for all y’all to khonond’ on but to pop off again

We’re not the same

We’re not the same

Jewellery is your game

You pick and you pay

You buy the chain

We’re not the same

Cos, shit, Pick ‘n Pay

I’d rather buy the chain

Can’t kill the King,

Never lived the dream

Couldn’t feel a thing until they lit the beam

They ain’t who they say

I ain’t who they be

I ain’t with the waves and y’all are sure to see

Made a lot of millions but was never rich

All the way to heaven for the hell of it

We all need love, wena utheng’ eliphi

Big Bro Theory, the Genesis

Hailed as king for doing basic shit

Until I showed love to who I make it with

Now if God ain’t say it

We ain’t hearing it

Big Bro Theory, it’s medicine

They won’t learn

They never learn

That kingship is God given

Straight from Above

They tried to bury us

But planted us instead

It’s said heroes get remembered

Legends never die (They never die)

Ya ng’grand, ang’zwani namanyala

Like, voetsek, bhaya itrack, man

Kudala uFakaza

Cut the yapping and the capping

And the acting like this rap shit is your passion

Letha iphepha singaze sikape iihlahla

Sik’vonce iGold chain, silande iskali

Sibhoboze iPropane silayte inkawuza

You speak of PRO’s name usanokukatshwa, dontsa ikeyti

Lama bosdave ngathi aqala uk’phapha

Boss game, midfield, Pirlo

My hits are still children; them shits don’t get old

Elirikhini ngidiliiza iy’ngilosi,

I got sick 16s that are 16 years old

Iy’ntanga zenu, hayi mina

Amabhayibheli, a divine read

Kodwa hayi still

mawuze kimi ubhayizile

iFlop iCheese

That’s why mangiba shova bathi ngi Bhaye iskill (Bicycle)

But, I mean, I’m me, ngimayzile

Ngigaye nina iChance ukuthi nidume but niya idle(a)

Forget a rhyme scheme,

nitay’ nina nibusy Hi King

ngapha ngilwisana nentaba, I’m not hiking

Ya, leGame ngiyay’thanda

I’m tryna put it together

You nigga pay the compiler

All your favourite idols

I’m just here as the piper

The scoreboards are mugshots

That’s why they stay on the line-up

And since me, hayi niks

I don’t idolise… anyone

ipunch likhona but I'm out of line

They say I'm out of lines

Watch that lie get nullified

My type of shine is undenied just undermined

And ungawari ley’ntwana ngizincanywa blind