HOOK

These niggas aint killing the gamefg

These niggas aint killing the game

We tell em AYI

Why they always gotta sound the same?

Why they always wanna sound the same?

We tell em AYI

K odi amamenya bho awa?

Kodi amamenya bho awa? AYI

Nyimbo zawo ndi zabho awa?

Nyimbo zawo ndi zabho awa? AYI

Verse 1

(Who’s that?)

Mr. Genii, class of my own like a millionaire

I do it cuz I can and I really don’t care

If they hating on my shine like the Prince of Bel Air

Standing so high like am living upstairs

Never fear for I have been here well aware (WOZA)

I got the game on my back though

Some of ya’ll aint shit like closed assholes

It’s no subliminal every line is true

They say am underground like this landmine never blew

I’m like it’s funny how you know me but I’ve never heard of you

Mfana ofewa ngati thumba la manure

Its no comparison we’re never the same

I got game like Cash Money but I’ll never be lame

I’ve got the fire in my heart so you can feel this Pro-Pain

Dropping dope lines like am sniffing Cocain….

HOOK

Verse 2

(Mr Mind)

Mr. Mind, I’m doing mine money on my mind

Coming up in the world am stepping up my grind

Stepping up my game leaving lame niggas behind

Ine ndine all about me, one of a kind

You aint killing the game man you just playing

You claiming that you’re real but your flow’s wack and plain

I don’t complain I’ll make it rain like I’m Mister Wayne

Am out of my pain get off my lane before I inflict the burn

Mukuti chani mafana mulibe nkhani

You doing Hip Hop with no direction olo mbali

Got my dreams on a higher note, dreams of Ferrari

Am ahead of ya’ll, you ought to keep up? Better hurry

Coming up with a sick flow

Mess around man I’m feen’ to blow

Style’s high like am doing dope

Head high focus on the top

My head high focus to the top….

HOOK

Bridge

They say they got a sick flow, Dolo ndi ndani? (Dolo ndi ndani)

But they sound Disco, Dolo ndi ndani? (Dolo ndi ndani)

We independent in this rap shit nigga, Dolo ndi Ndani? (Dolo Ndi Ndani)

Why these rappers wanna start shit nigga, Dolo ndi ndani? (Dolo ndi ndani)

Verse 3

Busy copycatting my lines and tryna mess with my dimes

Am truly one of a kind like me and you wouldn’t rhyme

That rhyme spitting machinery lyrically I’m designed

To be rough ragged and raw, that’s making rappers resign

They saying they back upon it but faking

They busy playing when me and El will be slaying the game….

El Mind…

Am the baddest in the game you just fronting and you lame

You claiming you real, we know you’re not you’re far from the game…

HOOK