MGT_Greatness Lyrics

                         MGT
                 Greatness lyrics
                         Intro

                   You ever seen a guy
                who aint scared of nathin
             He walks just like terminator
          Not feeling anything but himself
                       I am that nigger
                And that greatness in me

             Im walking on water again
     Heads of the niggers I'm stumbling
                            Again
          This city is full of my bitches
          This ratchet will open up ghost
     As soon as I show up they screamin
                              MGT
         They know that my games up
                           Turn up
                           Word up
      I know the reppers that hallucinate
        And start to compare my flames
                         With water
         I know the hoes that aggravate
         And pour their pussies with holy
                             Water
             I'm sick of this sick battle
                  I'm tired of this war
       I do not fuck with all your niggers
     Gangsters hitters , I play the hooter
              The street is a struggle
                 I'm tryin to survive
                    Pour me a moet
                  I'm aiming you ass
                   Papers on achoes
                   I hear them double
    My slippers just cost me a thousand
                  my bae is so sexy
                    I promise to ride
               Thinking about coping
            The wraith of the phantom
             Sinking and making the
                        Area chose
              Who knows the karma
            Between lira and loraine
     I pull in a horse that dropn a roof
                  The foreign whips
                The power of money
             The road leads to riches
       The alter ego money and fame
               The life of a gangster
                    Pop a migrane
             Get the answer and flop it
                            Again
              Swap it and make it again
                  Nigger was young
             Wen I jump off the porsche
                  Fuck all the niggers
                 we fucking they bitch
                     All in her brains
            While she giving me heads
         Fuck all nigger who can't curse
                         On a song
                The Gospel singers


                    Greatness yea
               I'm talking greatness
             Demons call out jewels *2

               For all the years we try
             For real niggers who want
                     This goes to us
            That wanna see greatness

                     Greatness yea
                 I'm talking greatness
                Demons call out jewels

                For all the years we try
              For real niggers who want
                      This goes to us
             That wanna see greatness *2



              I'm walking on fire again
    I do not fuck with non of your niggers
     Gangsters parties gorillaz cheese up
                     We got the flame
                   The cut ins and out
                    I bodied her body
                 She feeling beyonce
                      I got too tipsy
               I'm watching her blury
                    I be the nigger
                   That rich foreva
        Delayed dream are never denied
                  Knock on the door
          With the chip by my shoulders
        Chopper is out and the war is on
                We be the business
               The lord is my witness
                  Broadway liddingz
             The goals and the vision
               I'm looking for purple
               They paying vacation
                  Out in the closet
               Your secrets are out
                  My life is good
              I'm faded of course
                This is the culture
            Got merc and a beamer
              I throw up the party
             With gulletes and gale
           Heard your music it made
                        Me deaf
           I don't do zoo but I know
                        gorilla
             charged them extra
            For fees and probation
               Look at the time
                 My apollo is up
            you don't have a clue
          Of what I'm talking about
     This is the life that you fantasize
    Money will broke all your courage
    Without the motive you fall like ali
    Hit the nigger up right in the chest
     Hit him repeatedly till I get respect
       This is a movie with lot of action
          I hate the drama I cut those
                          Scenes
       Look at the face my cameras on
                     I'm on it foreva
                       I capitalize
      My money is longer my life a glam

                        Greatness yea
                   I'm talking greatness
                 Demons call out jewels *2

                   For all the years we try
                  For real niggers who want
                        This goes to us
                  That wanna see greatness

                         Greatness yea
                    I'm talking greatness
                  Demons call out jewels

                  For all the years we try
               For real niggers who want
                        This goes to us
               That wanna see greatness *2

A MAN WITHOUT A HEART

Written for POWA
By Makgato Machaba

I have heard many times about violence that strikes upon this world, but I have never seen in my own eyes the brutal violence that leaves a stripe of marks and hollow pain inside the heart of a human for the entire existence like the violence between a husband and a wife, a torture to the mind, spirit, body and life. When a husband take verbal abuse to emotional and physical abuse, the home of that man turns into a house of devil.

Have you ever seen children who regards to their father as Lord, they see their father as someone who comes home and make rules, they regard him as a master, they are all scared of him. The only time they can exchange words with that man is when he makes rules, are you going to be a proud father? I have seen this happening, when a man takes a step in the corridor coming through to the sitting room, his children shut up and all vibrate in nerves and breathing like they read out their last note on this earth.

I have seen it, a woman who fails to control her emotions, her daughter will ask her mom, it is that time of the month, don't you have pennies spared so I can buy pads? And she burst into tears. A home where love does not exist. Rules took over and the man call himself a train, when the head turns, the tale follows, he will say this with stupid and empty pride, the ego of unsophisticated mind.

Do we need education to teach people how to behave and love their family, how are you going to interact with the world when you left your family in the dark, believe me I have heard many stories, but today I seen that this is a culture of many south african men, they think having a family is a power to control and punish the people they claim to love. What is love without happiness? Is that love indeed? I have seen it with my own eyes, as much as I hatred it. I have had scars from emotions that I couldn't figure its transition and occurrences.

I have had many nights without sleeps, I was tossing and turning, wishing the women of this world gets peace. They is a time where a mind and a body need to rest, not on this women, she is digesting her children's future in fear. She is forced to do everything. She got scars from making love, that's why she thinks love is never enough. She hope the husband is a provider and she got married to suffer the consequences. I have seen it with my own eyes. They lost hope. I know of a women who don't believe that life can get fun. She gave up and now she is living like a slave, her duty is to do her husband laundry, sell fruits to make a small money for her kids to survive and submit to her husband.

When things goes wrong, she is the victim, what are you doing to this kids, when you appear in the kitchen with scars mom, do you know the pain I bear? The resentment and anger. The hate and confusion. Why don't we leave this place mom? Kids don't get it. Once she is attached she is buried. The husband beat her up and later make up for that. She is now used to it. She thinks it is a way of life. And most importantly, she sacrifices for you. She rather die but the little you get, keeps her submitting back to him.

Sometimes I wonder, if I was a husband and I turn around in my bed and I found my wife crying painfully, and when I ask her what is wrong she says, please change and treat me right, will that not make me wonder? Am I also like this? I have seen the worst, and then it is getting deep. A woman is strong, she is capable of fixing things, but not with this kind of man, he comes back 2 pm in the morning and demand sex. Beat up the poor woman and how come she never reported him for assaults, or even rape? What is wrong with this house? The ego of a man who is stupid drives him nuts. He is capable of telling his own children that they just want to eat his money. His blood!

I have seen it, and when it happens I have wished that they was an institution where we can rehabilitate this relationships, punish this kind of men and teach them a way of life. Happiness is everything. Count using your fingers I bet you will lose count. Which man do you know, that loves his family wholeheartedly and happens to be poor? Few I thought like that. This scumbags that abuses and dessert their family are pale, they are torn like an old pair of pants. They think they enjoys life, but as soon as they run out of power and their woman take them back. They feel what was suppose to be a life. When a man lived a life worth living, he dedicated his family to everything that he is doing.

Who do you think you are, you don't even know what your first born likes in this world, you don't know you wife's birthday. It is saddening, when I saw a boy with tears running down his face looking across the road wishing he was in a family that was eating in a nearby restaurant with laughter and happiness...he blink several times to control his tears, and listen to his father, the ruler shouting at him in public, calling him a fool.

What do we do with such men? Abusing innocent souls..I am not done with this, not until I tell you about michael, a guy I met at school and when he had problems with his fees, he called his dad, listen to what this moron said, you don't have to call me because I am the one who wakes up in the morning, not you damnit. Stop calling me for money. What was I suppose to do when he burst into tears. He couldn't hold them back that was a punchline from his dad, no I mean his father.

I have seen the worst. When a man abuse his family, his house turns into a ghost. I plead in the prayers and hymn the different kind of solo silent singing in church trying to convince my saviour to protect this poor women. What have they done to deserve this.

I have seen the radical transformation of a child who grew up in this house, that child is mentally disturbed. The way he or she thinks is always on the ultimatum channel of the instinct of abuse, the thoughts are bisected by the negative stigma that is imposed from how he or she was raised. Teach your children to love, because it is only through love that we made it this far. Words cannot explain the desperate hunger of this petite message, they is no better emotion to revert this message into influencing this imperial men to change.

Who wrote ethic of life, nicodimas time of timeless hopes could not find the answers that can give this poor woman a sleep. Not even of Marxism and lennin's, not even in the books of life and those that speaks anthropologist and ways of conforming the best behaviours.

Not in a myth or a mars one revolution, in the books of Nasa and world institutions of criminology could assist. We stay humble on the edge of our hopes hoping one day we will find a solution.

But it is way too deep. I hate to see a women abused. A real men knows better. Let us all work together and be against all abuse of human in relationships, and mostly women. It is not in the scriptures of bible, not in the ancient eras, it cannot be mentioned on the podium of world speakers and icons of of this universe. If the message failed in billions years, timeframe cannot define its success, therefore we learn new things everyday, and in this writing, no words should determine any kind of negativity towards its success.

Stop abuse.and stay winning. We all have a heart.

WHAT GAVE JACOB ZUMA A RIGHT TO CALL SOUTH AFRICAN'S 'LAZY'?

MR president, unlike you, I will not use diplomatic english you use to hide facts, I will be simple and straight to the point.
I am one of a South African citizen who missed your stupid meeting last week where you called the people of this nation 'lazy'. I am concerned and dead worried Mr president, beside the issue of abusing the people's rights and misleading them in every speech you gave recently, what gave you a right to call the people you stealing from 'lazy'?

You are a loser with a lot of money, a thief, you are a mogul in stealing Mr president. I understand why God gave you two heads you coward, you simply have nothing constructive to offer in implementation of new key structures that will aid in developing a wealthier nation and keep the spirit of democracy alive, you simply have no idea about a revolutionary movement. You and your team, I mean you and that group of thief you call MP's altogether with those bunch of old GoGos that you steal with has tarnished and demolished a dream of South African unity and progress towards becoming a developed country. What gave you a right to insult people you stealing from, calling me as a citizen of this nation lazy will not make you less of a thief.

What are you Jacob zuma? Did you even go to school? Do you even have a matric? What gives you the audacity to call me lazy Sir? Do you even deserve to be called sir you 'masepa agago'? Your corrupt government is worse, worse than what I have seen on my television during the voortrekker tyd. Ek is nie seker zuma kan hier die letter verstaan nie, die maan is kak. Jy het n groot bek maar so klein te doen. Is maaklik dat jy was born n thief.

How come your nephew earns close to a million every month? Oh you wanna prove to the nation that Zuma's aren't lazy? By spending their tax money on your family? Is this what you meant when you said SA people shouldn't wait for the mangos to drop on the ground instead they should climb the tree, well you are better in reading riddles? But that just not enough, I am dead worried about the silence your people are treating you with. They is a lot of unattended issues that everyone really want to know but they is nobody facing you, they is always money missing and you happen to be our number one suspect, but when you are asked about it, you deny in a blink of an eye, the Gupta, Nkandla, the contracts in sub-Saharan africa and a lot more.

How do you publicly steal from your own people and when they is no more enough revenue to generate the production of new industries you start calling them 'lazy'? Who do you think you are?

I really wish to hear you responding from issues that really matters. Issues that affects our economy or our own people, when are you gonna take responsibility and stop speaking a diplomatic english to beat around the bush with your stupid written useless speeches. When are you gonna rise and grind for this nation, will there be a day where I tune in my television and find my president addressing social issues from his heart, when are you gonna stop reading your fumbling and mumbling essays?.

You have forgotten what it feels like to be poor, you now moan around insulting poor people. You think you are God? Who are you Gedle? Be careful to never provoke this poor people, do not make them alert, they all in the dark, they reckon all that you do, but they still have no power to stand against you. I don't know if you was over excited or you had it all from one of your zulu wives neh, but next time you visit a location where people are emotionally and physically poor. Mind your cheese tongue jou donor!!

I am not gonna lie, I am deeply offended to be called 'lazy' by a grandpa and a pocketed thief like you. If I could see you now I'd whip your forward behaviour out of you madala. You need to realize that you are ageing, and not everything about sins got to do with killing, stealing and abusing a nation like that zuma?, in your language they will say, 'uzonya nge judgment day yakho khehla'.

When last did you attend to your people, when you hear about violent strike you always laugh about it and say less. Who is lazy between this people and you? Atleast they can march and say what they demand without reading. Mr president you need a speech to greet a crowd, I bet you can't say a word if it is not on a script.

You are just a horny man who spend most of the presidency time figuring out who is the next Zuma to take the other big position in the government. Your children are all over tax money eating it like you have worked for it.

I want to meet you personally, so that I can booe you while you watch, me and you will never be in a same room, security will need to tighten up because I'd smack your manhood and bite it off. And my only wish when I see you appear on television is to see Randy Orton appearing from nowhere and RKO you on a concrete floor. I so wish you can get kidnapped in your own house, get hid in some of your spare rooms in nkandla for four month so that we can reconstruct this nation while you away.

We really need someone who is still youthful and ambitious zuma you are out of ideas. In your age you should be in zulu natal and maybe care taking chiefs cars or heading goats.

you are a loser, and lazy is in you Mr president. "NNYUAO-BANNA"