Translation: By Ozzy Ozzwaldd!! 00:09 Am playing this music for apoli kevo’s sister 00:12 Sister of Joyce Ojeya 00:17 Apoli daughter of Kayath ochung Daughter of Kolemo, Daughter of Kochuodha 00:46 Son of Arima is on the guitar with the music I remember Apoli sister of Kevo (x2) 01:02 Since last year we’ve been together at Magadi School 01:18 Put on your clothes we go for the Sabbath 01:34 I love you daughter of my mother in law I love you sister of Jay Omenda 01:50 I love you daughter of my mother in law I love you sister of Lambe 01:59 I love it when you’re dressed up When you’re dressed oh daughter of Kawidi 02:07 I love it when you’re dressed up When you’re dressed up oh daughter of Kathomo 02:19 Son of Arima is on the guitar The music remembers Apoli sister of Kevo 02:26 Son of Khadija is on the guitar The music remembers Apoli sister of Kevo 02:38 Since last year we’ve been together at Magadi School 02:56 I love you daughter of my mother in law I love you sister of Jay Omenda 03:11 I love you daughter of my mother in law I love you sister of Lambe 03:19 I’ve finished the song mother of Santo I’ve finished the song daughter of Kawidi 03:29 Goodbye sister of Ochieng Lambe 03:41 Greet mum 03:51 And also say hello to Jay Omenda

Chorus: Talk to me Speak to me Open your heart Let’s walk together It’s dangerous Guard your life It can kill you Sometimes being “cunny” (cunning) with life helps Instead of being notorious and end up crying (???) Your life is left in shit but you’re still proud of it It’s dangerous Life is not the way people hype it up to be Because good things come and go He’s a great guy And he’ll flirt with you You bring yourself He says “Come in peace” Enjoy, you came, But know you’ll go in pieces You thought he was in And celebrated your win You entered a muddy spot I’m surprised, you have been caught today You think you’ve got him When you it’s you that’s been got Ni kubaya (it’s dangerous) man Chorus I’ve seen you from a distance Like “Vision 2030” (Kenya development plan) And this time if you don’t believe me Just know you’ve run out of luck (?????) These are not the times to give You f___ off Hope you’ve changed your gear And taken a stand Put a speed regulator on yourself Ladies make sure you’re “guarded” If you’re ever horny And those who want a little something Should get a middle finger You don’t get these things by mere luck Don’t mind them Some of them just love circus games It’s like getting infected from watching too much TV Or some idiot trying to soil your CV Ignore stupid flirty stories That say you got goodies and booties And that you should put them to work They’re just for pissing and also a little fun Ignore that guy Don’t let him confuse you Chorus It’s dangerous Guard your life It can end abruptly Your friends remain as you fade away Day in day out More enemies than friends When I speak the truth It’s like an insult to others When I’m quiet They say I’m ignoring them Cheap politics is like the constitution debate (Kenya’s new constitution) When you walk around your hood you have to watch your back Because behind you someone is hunting My advice is to adjust your side mirrors One on each side You become like Jesus (symbol of the cross) Between Jesus and Peter You will not be seen (“And he passed between them and they did not see him”, Bible quote) You are compared to what you preach Treat them like VIPs Cause to them it’s like a disease Life can overburden you Know it’s dangerous Sorry my queen Chorus

(Starting about 30 seconds into the track...) Buy "Campus Boy" (his new album) It’s money well spent When you’re broke That means your money well’s spent You find yourself in debt Like a blind date I don’t feel the rappers They’re mushy like actresses Plus they get it all wrong Like an adultress If I’m not married to you we’re not jumping on the mattress The more I say that the more she undress P.O. I’m boxing rappers More than the address If you think you’re better than me Get over the madness If you’ve not seen me on Google Then Google me on your net As I attract positivity like a magnet Still on the top of scales of hardness Skills very dope you can tell, you can’t test Roughly I’m a rapper, I’m not in a contest Flow so conc (“concentrated”) so I got the conquest No federal money but my boys get fed And rappers suck like they’re being breastfed They don’t wanna be enemies They wanna-be best friends That’s wisdom if you hope to play the best games When the producer switches styles like in the X-Games Flow is elastic like a rubber band So if I perform live I will rob a band And when I enter the studio you can sense the cold We’re reaching for the top Me and my crew We’re reaching for the top We walk that talk Me and my crew We walk that talk We rock nonstop Me and my crew We rock nonstop We’re reaching for the top Me and my crew We’re reaching for the top When they define hate and beef Me I love with psych (psyched up love) I penetrate as if stabbing a dyke But I still drive the sisters crazy After I “hasta la vista” baby You can’t fool you know that the streets is wise My skill is more dreadful than what’s on the head of Richie Spice (dreadlocked rasta legend) Every Sunday it’s porridge and beans Life is more pathetic than Nigerian movies Shorties have made life so boring I wanna chick with lips like Angelina Jolie They’re not common, and when you meet them They’re exposed to the public like Kaz’s breasts (Kenyan music star with leaked sex tape) Damn It doesn’t mean my style is not unique When you duplicate names like P-Unit (Kenyan hip hop crew who clearly took their name from G-Unit) I take over rap with a tight sick force As I shine like the lips of a chick with lip gloss Usefull? Muchatha is the base (Neighborhood in Nairobi) Mess with Nairobbery and murder will be the case

0.01 My mum told me I'm a superstar So how come I been in this industry five years And I've never been seen 0.07 Open eyes don't mean you can see And don't mean you'll be seen 0.11 The DJ doesnt wanna play my song coz I'm underground This girl doesn't like me coz am a broke ass 0.15 Bling bling swagger ain't art I'm the artist other people don't like Coz i speak the truth 0.21 Not in a bad way, it aint beef, I'm sorry Me hanging my mic? keep waiting 0.24 Mom told me I'm a superstar, watch me! 0.27 For how long will they tell you an empty hand cannot be licked That big belly's from ring-worms not riches 0.31 They broke, got no money but they wanna get drunk Am a G with no money So dont call me G-money Its my birthday, mum gave me a condom She wants to be a normal grandma 0.38 Dont think I' a psycho, I'm a normal person It's just that i like abnormal things 0.47 Full rasta, hunting the millions Dawn to Dusk til Dawn But you don't see me Dozze, yeah!

Kuna Q Kwa Bank: There's a line at the bank Because it's Friday We gonna paaaarty!

Chorus: Through the pain through the rain through the gain I salute you mama Africa No tears no more just my mama Verse 1: Shikamoo (How are you?) Mama Africa The only dark daughter of the earth I write you this pun to release none of your wrath But to share in your grief Cause it’s just yesterday In the 1950s That you came from the chains of bondage I pray for your quick relief After your sis, Europe Treated you without honor Your life, your sons Congo and Sierra Leone Started to fight for raw materials And then blood diamonds Brought mad iron rule The Mugabes in Zimbabwe Mobutu and Idi Amin And I hope you know who gave them guns, mommy The same people who swallowed Malcolm And MLK But that’s gone, anyway Heard you sayin Barack is on his way To slave master, USA To let him know how we live Ruthlessly like yesterday Rwanda nearly shot himself With an AK And Jamaica got tired Packed his bag and went away So is Mauritania too These things don’t change… And oh, I need a new page (Chorus) Verse 2: And that is all it is about now Getting more paper Black boys are doing what now? Getting more paper When was the last time someone tried to call you mama Things are getting worse now have I told you mama? Why you have to summon your son Garang (South Sudanese founder) Brothers from another mother seem to me so dumb Did they let you know Mandela’s free? How young is he Shit, 93? Your kids are still slaves They’re mining for export Some selling themselves out They blabbing for passports (?) Your daughters are still queens But they’re dyin’ of AIDs They’re worshiping still things like diamond rings Still not moving Still the guns shooting Still the bloods oozing Militaries ruling the people I mean the big bros are bullying the little I wish the food was as much as the guns Chorus Verse 3: Back with a pen with ink But also back with pain to think How come you used to give me milk and honey Nowadays I’m sick of starving I want you back ma So through with the songs When I’m sick feed me with your hugs When I cry wipe my tears Wipe my fears Tell me you’re here The only one with the power of love Not the love of power Mrs. Third World The mother of the tame and the wild The slaves in the land Never keep your head in the ground Even if you live below the poverty line Be strong and afford a smile Cause when you’re rich in your soul And your tears will be reaching us all Like showers of blessing And leading the flock Let’s return to the days of the weather and medicinemen Before releasing a speicmen from the laboratory Before they call us monkeys in stories And to use slavery to depict a tragic history Back to the weasels and the smoke signals And oh, my pen has faded I need to put some ink in it… Through the pain through the rain through the gain I salute you Mama Africa No tears no more just my mama Verse 4: All the ink in the world couldn’t spell it all All the tongues and the lips couldn’t tell it all We workin our way up though the pace is slow Are these dictator presidents ever going to let it go Somalia is a young girl, her legs still feeble And the media got it twisted They think she’s crippled She can walk on her own Along with Liberia It’s not a war going on It’s all in Nigeria The people are poor The infants starving Let your tears be the rain The thirst is burning The Sahara is growing I’m not taking off my Saharas (desert boots) This is not a safari, it’s suffering Better the life of hunting and gathering Oh, I’ve been with Kenya Don’t you think she’s grown? She’s grown big and there’s a saying She has recited: “Forever Kenya Forever Africa Forever you and me”