Micasa Sucasa Lyrics
Ay girl, it’s been a minute since we kicked it
And it’s about time they had to know who the sickest
That’s me- that’s you
That’s you- that’s me
K-Jones be my name
And they call me Cashy
[Verse 1: Khaligraph Jones and Cashy]
Right now itabidi uchill ndio mi ni-rhyme
I thought we was a team, now you don’t want me to shine?
Nah, chill baby… I was just kidding though
You know I got your back whenever you’re on, kill ’em Jones!
Oh, so you a ride or die chick?
On your side till death like a certified Crip
And they can never touch you unless they wanna die quick
Nah, they never seen a beat getting murdered like this
Aiyo, it’s hell on earth, who’s next or gonna be first?
These rappers looking like a shawty with a cheap purse
Okay, so basically they need work
‘Cause I be kicking most of them
And I can tell that’s why your feet hurt
Nah, I’mma be okay mamacita
Now lemme hear you say my name mamacita
Papa Jones…
No games, mamacita
And if they wanna work let them pay for a feature
Aiyo, Nakuru, Naivasha, Kisumu, Mombasa
Buru, Kayole, West Madaraka
South B, Nairobi West to Langata
East mpaka Westie, micasa sucasa
Nakuru, Naivasha, Kisumu, Mombasa
Eldee, Bondo to Kitui– hapo sasa
Central na Western, pia washadata
No matter where you’re from, your micasa sucasa
[Verse 2: Khaligraph Jones and Cashy]
And just know this: if you believe
That mi ndio king and of course mi sirudilii
Na hawa ma-nigga walikuwa off sahii warudi leave
Chill na siasa, hii si CORD ama Jubilee
Okay, so you getting political now?
Somebody had to address these political clowns
You see, them citizens is waiting for a miracle now
That’s enough… so let’s get lyrical now
Check it, I’m a lyrical Picasso, ka ni muziki mi nafanyia umati
Wanafikiri ni vako, wapige tizi, hatupotezi wakati
Utanipata niki-hustle, piga ma-deal utadhani za mihadarati
Throne is mine, hao ni dakika mbili- ile design ya Bahati
Kama si sisi, basi ni nani
Basi ni nani kama si sisi
Hii ni mazishi na si utani
Na si utani, hii ni mazishiiii…!
Iz vipi tena, nimeamua kuwapeleka rat race
In that case, mi ntawapatia zile mistari they can’t race- fast pace
Hivo ndio vile mi huanga, so they can’t trace
Move back, songa kidogo, manze, mi na-demand space!
Oh for real? I thought you was gon’ pass the ball
But it’s like you don’t want me to rap at all
Oh no, nah baby, I ain’t mean that ish
But on the real, I really doubt if you can spit that quick
I’m sick now, I get down, I run this town
Man I flow for six rounds, they love this sound
For a gig? Nothing less than 90 mill- Chris Brown
And when the queen talk, I suggest you sit down
This industry needs to be saved
I’m tired of seeing my people being treated this way
I mean why’re we gassing up all these foreign acts;
And when a Kenyan does it well, then they call it wack?
It’s obvious that they decided to fall off track
But they said hip-hop is dead– but we brought it back
Hold up, there’s something I’ve been longing to say
To all the Kenyan DJ’s saying they got nothing to play from the Kenyan market
Why you gotta speak that way?
If we support each other we gon’ all eat that cake
Aiyo, Nakuru, Naivasha, Kisumu, Mombasa
Buru, Kayole, West Madaraka
South B, Nairobi West to Langata
East mpaka Westie, micasa sucasa
Nakuru, Naivasha, Kisumu, Mombasa
Eldee, Bondo to Kitui– hapo sasa
Central na Western, pia washadata
No matter where you’re from, your micasa sucasa
[Outro: Khaligraph Jones]
Haha, yo
Respect the G’s, Respect the OG’s…, what up?
Youl already know Papa Jones up in the place
With the beautiful Miss Cashy, hehehehe
Uh, good hip-hop music, yeah
Let it flow
