01. Intro (Kamikaze Hard Raps) I'm throwing jabs with the impact of an Afghan, blowing up an armed vest; It’s Kamikaze Hard Raps. The lyrics that I pack will leave you in a hard place; the harm placed then dictates the next breath that you take. From here on, no mistakes, I fill a wrap like gift space and I interact with Martians; my flow sick, unidentified flying object. More foreign than starships or ostrich. Your fly shifts in downward positions, slide up your zips then try to witness, realness. Real rap that Boom Bap. Call me Invictus how I Roll'Ihlahla so freely, like the thought of Nelson freeing me. Catching ceilings, touching skies and I'm reaching, for the stars that I believe in. Receiving reason to roll trees and I'm beaming beacons blazing blunts, with both my bongs breathing. I long for my season; coming through seedy, like compact disc really; It's easy, simple as 1, 2, 3, p-i-e, easy. Gather up, you notice the sickness intruding, no bruises jus' heads losing stiffness; Nodding to the music, spiralling in amusement, the movement of the coolest, like ventilation improvements. I do this, never crooked; Straight up, elevation. Elevators, elevating, beyond aviation. It's basic the basis when based in such places. My racing is fluent; I'm tracing influence with the evidence that my flow is fluid. Rampaging agents, programming the Matrix, wait, let me explain it. Collapsing the stage and my rap be so fatal on fable cats. See, I’m quick to do this so simple, like it's a (w)rap. (…And if you ain’t heard me right, if you ain’t heard me right!!) I'm throwing jabs with the impact of an Afghan I'm throwing jabs with the impact of an Afghan I'm throwing jabs with the impact of an Afghan, blowing up an armed vest. It’s Kamikaze Hard Raps.

02. Dedication To Hip Hop To Hip Hop, I thank you. The Boombox, the Cypha, that hot-spot, that got me free like Wifi, I salute. Hip Hop, that real rap, that boom Bap. Too real for whack to feel that. You been stretched, I reflex. Indeed then, bring a sense of intense, tests to the contest. The consent I'm given from Vaal, Thee most gifted. More Rolls we sifting; The seeds from the weed and we high-Keyboard Shifting. Rather Fork-Lifting, I'm highly so different, entirely more distinct. Dear Hip Hop, I thank thee, from now on; 'til the very end of eternity, even when I die it be clear to me; That Rhythm and that Poetry; Carries life like a bed during surgery, And I find it quite amazing how the beat gets me lifted, then my lyrical inserts, give an inert some movement. I'm in it, every minute to the meanest of averages and if Hip Hop was a business, I'm a criminal so serious. Better take notice of the sickness on the realest, note. It's that potent flow, crushing domes, rolling over microphones to make a perfect joint. Hip Hop, I'll never let you go (Echo). To Hip Hop, I'll never let you go Hip Hop, my Lifeline, my Afterlife. Listen as I rescue yours, the same way that you did mine. With Hip Hop, I am fine. On Hip Hop, I'm damn high. Over Hip Hop, never that son; For Hip Hop, I stand grounds. Landmines, if you wanna C4 yourself, I mean destroy your cells. Against Hip Hop? That shit jus' ain't good for your health. You better strangling self, with a wet paper towel and while you at it, I'm interacting with acts like DarkListed. We rap different, we rap addicts. We smash tracks, and God willing it happens. I'm mic thrilling, nomatter how the beat hit, I'm busy lyric killing. Evidently, my heart still beating, for Hip Hop, I do indeed seem fitted. Hip Hop and I are like a black man to chicken, the stove to your kitchen. It's such a One_Derful feeling, how I'm full of myself, to the death, nobody compares. But This is Boom Bap's resurrection. Right here’s where Boom Bap's resurrectin’! Much thanks to Psy for this beat ‘yo.

03. Only God Can Judge Me “Judge not, that you may not be judged” - Mathew 7, 1. Dear God It's been thoroughly too long since we spoke, two wrong sins, I know. The first is of the folks, with the stares that provoke my need to roll whenever I'm on a stroll. So I try to keep cont-rol, short for continuous roll, I abbreviate my foes, leave 'em coming short. See God, I heard that better late than never, but never late is better when I'm running for this cheddar. I pray you keep my soul intact while I cut the hope that's left from this inner-tank. Who's who in the zoo when I'm wilder than Safaris? No man can judge me; Old men can guide; But only one man decides thee, life I live. ‘Cause life is, hard as it is; I got people on the edge falling off without their bungees; I'm jumping on the moon, tryna turn that into cheese. So don't judge me; I'm taking all my chances and I ain't holding any grudges; But with God I'm advancing. [Chorus] ‘Cause only God can judge me; Only God can judge me. Only God can judge me. Only God can judge me. I could be rapping; Only God can judge me. Only God can judge me. Matthew Chapter 5, Verse 22. Heavenly Father, I'm good, how you doing? I'm pushing when they pulling, what's a team with no influence? The second sin I know is of a man with no amens, his belief is in his strengths, but thanx for a blessing in a life full of stress. So don't judge me as of yet; Life is still a test and for death is not the end. Our memories begin when we cease to be seen; Shit, I'm rapping on my knees 'cause I'm praying on these beats. Real, I bring it with no cover. Coming through like the grounds of the under. I elevate like Ganja. Standing on a pile of what life is; Beating on my chest, I King Kong all the judgings. Realize that real eyes, read all your real lies; count the real in his eyes. An amount no human would judge. Could you count the strands in his head? What about the stacks that he bares? [Chorus] ‘Cause only God can judge me; Only God can judge me. Only God can judge me. Only God can judge me. I could be rapping; Only God can judge me. Only God can judge me. Matthew Chapter 5, Verse 22.

04. Forever [Voice provided by N. Dube] Yo. That's the living, there's something to believe in. You my Garden of Eden, my ultimate beginning; You got me feeling kinda different, this feeling's hard to keep in. So I let the track breath it, while I dig into the deep-end; See the reasons are countless, but you can count on me like an abacus. Really, I jus' want this; keep you in my sight as I focus. Nothing bogus, I'm quick to roll a hockus-pockus, and get us floating; This is my daily operation, I'm never boasting; I say the lady got me open. Relax and let me torch it; Sit back and let the story unfold as I talk it. I don't deny we met in public, I sent you notice, that I don't see another dopest; You lead me closer, exchanging digits then some photos. We shared a mojo; I knew I wasn't solo, and soon we got alone. [Chorus] And now that we alone; Away from all the fake folks and clones. I jus' wanted you to know. This thing is simple; I wouldn't let it go and I would've let it show. See, you my standing ovation; And God and His Angels have made the perfect alien, like Asians; I stand in amazement; your beauty is a statement that God has much patience; Perfecting creation. I won't delay this, but neither will I race it; I'm pacing the speed that'll find me, my soul mate; It’s time to taste it, I don't intend on wasting greatness. We'll go to certain places and do things we never did. Call me daddy if you will bedroom situation. Got my heart skipping beats, role-playing nurse's occupation. Your eyes got me naked; those lips got me taken, never vacant. 'Cause girl you jus' mistaken, it's not about the label, but rather what we get through; Solid like statues, a connection so youthful. Step into my pair of shoes and realize the truth. I'm still falling for you, jus' like a parachute. [Chorus] And now that we alone; Away from all the fake folks and clones. I jus' wanted you to know. This thing is simple; I wouldn't let it go and I would've let it show. And now that we alone; Away from all the fake folks and clones. I jus' wanted you to know. We got Mas on the beat; More Rolls bringin' that heat! You talk sweet, that couldn't be English; I figured it's Candy, how you bringing that sweetness. You talk sweet, that couldn't be English; I figured it's Candy, how you bringing that sweetness. [Voice provided by N. Dube]

05. Chakra (Kush Song) [Chorus] Let's get you high upon this spliff; The taste is quite unique; So you need to roll or twist; After you sift the seeds from the weed. Let's get you on a seat and repeat; All the raps that I speak. The early preparation of a perfect joint rotating; It's amazing, clearly operating through my system as a pain kill. No hesitation, I roll up and keep the air filled; I scent a sense of purple incense when I spark the Goodness; Good shit, got me waken and baked, to make, properly of the day, that Jah has made for me. Never delayed, circulation like a replay; Three puff pass, give a pound then let it ease in. Check the season; from Summer to Summer, man I been busy. Releasing and increasing the heat that got me leaning; Including eyes that bleeding; And indeed, I'm catching frequencies, so frequently; I'm feeling me, got a freak with me, about to spark the next best thing after nicotine. At poker face, no reading me; At Stoner's pace, no better ease. Handling the streets like I'm jaywalking, crawling on my knees. I couldn't help but notice, I'm not high enough for this. [Chorus] Let's get you high upon this spliff; The taste is quite unique; So you need to roll or twist; After you sift the weed from the seeds. Let's get you on a seat and repeat; All the raps that I speak. The comfort of a better joint then makes the point; That I be rolling 'til I pass the thought, that I Gotta be heading home; And I be sure you know that's how I roll. It's One_Der in the zone, the herb alone then sinks my thoughts; Reminding me that, I got love for Mary-Jane; And I got nothing else to say, you be feeling what I bring like Debonair's deliveries; That's jus' something that I do when I be facing all those Munchies; Walking through the daisies, with a smile from ear-to-ear; Resembling how I-D-GAF; And while that says I don't give a fuck, then I'm high as fuck. Rolling some, then Smokers up. Too dope like two blunts, circulating in a Cypha son. Regulate the Ganja smells, with Cancer Sticks, so catalyst like mixtures with no mixing. The rest is jus' unnecessary detail, but first, who be so lifted? Then next who be so shifted, like river's in a ripple. I herbalist like A-List, herb prescriptions.

06. Use Your Head Before and after, that's the difference between you and I. Popularity will never get you to the top; But getting to the top, that's how that popularity come. And if it wasn't for the 5.0, I'd remain high. So I'ma use all my heads all at the same time; My lil'one stay ahead in the number of comes. Listen girl, I'm only here for a limited time So use your head, I'm counting on you to let me come. Anytime is tea time, like an endless breakfast; I can cook the beef up if the heat's supplied. And if that's survived, we could take it to lunch; My lines carry jabs, man, they can pack a punch. I don't need a hook, I'ma use my head, yeah. Head-butt, like to competition, I'm Zidane. Feel it man, knowledge is power, and I'm spitting power-lines. Shocking at first, I'm like a News headline. Chocking at last, these niggas out like headlights. I'm tryna keep my head right, arms and legs fine; I got the right state o' mind; I'ma walk a mile, with the thought of running in my mind. Killin' fast, via I heard killing is free; I'ma kill time, by going on a killing spree. My niggas, yo, are you feeling me? Think twice, maybe thrice 'cause you dealing with the impossible; No Adidas tricks.

07. Tell A Man Tell a man, let him hear, 'cause listening don't mean he's here. Formulate a plan, make it clear, instill it in his ear. Be a man, Rep the fam, and do whatever you can. The principles of the game, there's a principal to pay. Success is to be engaged, when labour has had it's way, There's a marriage after that but then we know death is an event. Tell a man, wearing all black and a jacket; With the pants that matching, laying in a casket make him understand this; Drop him like a cassette. He happened, now he's jus' has-been; Nothing more than hey man, 'cause nobody know your alias. Nobody know your tailor’s, M.R. We on the A-list; More Rolls, Most Raw, I'm One_Der and I'm serious. Tell a man, he can't outplay me, I do god's job on him; Keep hitting with those miracles. It's simple, the Man upstairs has blessed me. Tell a man, do your thang, and in turn; Remember that we learn, through our wrong turns. I hope you tell a man all about this. [Chorus] Tell a man, tell a man, never reveal your plan, ‘cause it’s a scam; Bloodline doesn’t determine Fam. Tell a man, tell a man, hoping he understands; One_Der, I could be rapping; Tell a man to my fans. Tell a man, tell a man, never reveal your plan, ‘cause it’s a scam; Bloodline doesn’t determine Fam. Let him be about it, the hustle is a game for the hardest. Life itself is heartless; Use your mind and utilize the passion for action. Tell a man it's granted; Whatever he has planted; A seed or a coffin; Judging from the passing, of day to day actions; Reactions are passive; He gotta make it happen. Tell him life's a canvass, paint it or jus' blank it. Hang it, burn it, I wrap mine like a blanket. Life is so warm when you living. Tell a man he got it-keep Faith in the Highest; Jah is the Fire. Provider of all desires; Sire'nora to all of your problems. Tell a man about all the times of rock-bottom; Where nothing is important but floating. Keeping with the flow like I'm rapping; Dead fish tendencies, you never be about 'em. Empty vessel loudest, tell him no more before he doubts it. Judgment’s overclouded; But Jah's got me guided; But Jah’s got me guided. [Chorus] Tell a man, tell a man, never reveal your plan, ‘cause it’s a scam; Bloodline doesn’t determine Fam. Tell a man, tell a man, hoping he understands; One_Der, I could be rapping; Tell a man to my fans. Tell a man, tell a man, never reveal your plan, ‘cause it’s a scam; Bloodline doesn’t determine Fam. Tell a man, tell a man, never reveal your plan, ‘cause it’s a scam; Bloodline doesn’t determine Fam. Tell a man, tell a man, hoping he understands; One_Der, I could be rapping; Tell a man to my fans.

08. Memoirs of the Nineties A million rhymes, I be spitting in a minute, jus' to quickly kill it. Formulating, something different, relevant and well consistent. Only of that excellent substance that be comprehendible to the Rap Veteran. Can someone be better than, bring me any man, with the stance of an ancient man; Looking like he representing, what I'm rapping. Some of that real rap, that boom Bap. You couldn't fuck with me like a tin cap, or a that thin chap. It's that Dr. House, now I'm pill popping on vicodyns, like I breathe oxygen. We be beat boxing and street hopping; Head nodding, 'til our feet stopping We be weed rolling, then we begin smoking. You see smoke; get your third eye poked; Your mind blows, that potency cargos. Hard kicks to the chests how I flatten the breasts of the whackest; Telling stories they never lived. I see them like snakes slithering off the grounds walked by kings. I see heights you ain’t ever seen; Breathe blunts at places that you ain't never been. I show up on a smoky screen, looking envy with all that green. That blue clean, got me hella close to godly. See, Heaven's got me, Memoirs of the Nineties; The era of the god-flow, and there's nobody to stop me. [Chorus] Take time to kick a flow; You got that freedom from your dome; Whether slow or fast; I be taking my time to construct the raps that I throw; On any microphone. Pulling triggers with a smile; I'm far from juvenile how I'm in this shit for life. I couldn't stand the night, but my knuckles stab in fights. Gunshots from blocks hot with cops, but no glocks for the public. No time for sentiments, jus' settle it. The relevance, of excellence demanded from the black man; On his own land, disturbs a mind that thinks to relax; Is better than to relapse, into the nearest forest and grab onto some harvest. Put your mind on pilot, 'cause time is jus' the flying; When fun is jus' the passing, and life is jus' surviving; Yesterday's encounters. Living life the hardest, but death is not an option; A young kid playing arcades, regardless who the boss is; Digital burials and funerals best be served here; But first let’s get this clear; Like open spaces of air; And detergents wiping out all existence of your whack skill and your flair. [Chorus] Take time to kick a flow; You got that freedom from your dome; Whether slow or fast; I be taking my time to construct the raps that I throw; On any microphone. One time for your mind right now; One time for your mind right now. I Could Be Wrapping: Stoner’s Release; One way, roll a blunt. [Chorus] Take time to kick a flow; You got that freedom from your dome; Whether slow or fast; I be taking my time to construct the raps that I throw; On any microphone.

09. Untitled The lessons go, time allows for growth. Life is jus' a canvass, here, brush it more. Know, life is more than all; It takes a man to fall then he standing even tall; But I couldn't stand the fall, so I'm standing on these flaws. Elle-oh-elle, I might have had to spell that out. The spells I be casting got me spilling like a can of beans. I got the sickest beats; I'm ailing on the melodies that got me feeling free. Let's live lives worth the living; I couldn't tell you how, but I'm living; Take that as a given. And on the hustle, ain't no gimmicks. I'm living for the winning, got the rest of you'll flipping; Giving me lip and, talking in tongues like a lizard. Towards life, I am livid, but I live it. Heaven's got me lifted, gifted; Precious shipment. Damn, yeah, I kick it; Jumping like a cricket on these instruments. This herb’s got me sicker than; The sum of every man's illness; Even the women; The kids and the fetus. [Chorus] You couldn't test my flow; My raps are even more; And I'm quick to break that House down; Bring it to the floor. Furthermore, ain't no other rapper better in the dojo; I'm quick to let 'em know. See, I don't care what you heard; The self-esteem I got, got you running from a herd. Niggas never learn; The swishers that I got gotta burn; That's the shit that I prefer. Flexing all my muscles, like a simple mic-check; I'm instrumentally a violin; I'm sitting violently upon your neck; What the heck? I might as well jus' slice it thin, jus' to prove I got ahead; When compared, to opponents. See I'd never stress, 'cause One_Der got your back like spinal cords; Nah better yet, jus' simple bed support. Now halla at your Boi; Yeah Twitter got me followed; Yeah and FB got me poked. More Rolls like a stone, 'cause I'm stoned on a roll. That's my role; 'cause my morals are my own. Checking microphones from the dome; I got the mic looking like a toy; So I pass it on to these boys, M.R. make some noise. Killing it with this joint, must be holy smokes. [Chorus] You couldn't test my flow; My raps are even more; And I'm quick to break that House down; Bring it to the floor. Furthermore, ain't no other rapper better in the dojo; I'm quick to let 'em know. The third verse is a hearse; Now listen to the thirst and obey what you heard. Never hurt, jus' observe; While I'm beating at your nerves. I got the flow that could knock semen off its sperm. You be shooting blanks like you fucking in a blur. Whether demons with a curse; Or a female with no dress; I will confront with a beating so perverse; I do it in occurrence, jus' to bring about recurrence. Never the influence 'cause I bring undiluted; One_Der is a nuisance; I'm quick to spread pollution; This illness got me spitting all this lupus; To stand in my way, is simply stupid. I got your whole crew looking crooked; You probably couldn't do this; 'Cause I'm shitting more than sewerage. See, I'm quick to make solutions, outta your bodily liquids. You soft, so leak like fluid, I be quick to run you looping; But you chasing on my route when I be topping you; Halleluya.

10. Jus' Can't Stop See I couldn't help it; Around my head is where I couldn't wrap it, instead I spat it. And in amounts of speed, I do it rapid. And in regards to speech, I put the stepping. I break the chain, but keep connection, you couldn't guess me. Pardon me, you shouldn't sweat it. Rather let me project it, in terms of your comprehension. The situation elasticates, accommodating all I say. It's never jus' a phrase, 'cause I do it in many ways-on any given day. I keep recurring, curses through verses; Punch lines are hearses at your service. I flow with criminal intentions; killing you and him; Killing crews and cliques. No screws I need a fix and these bitches must be thick; Can't stop it like a twitch. Young, black and gifted, I do it hella swift. More Rolls of that good shit; M.R be the team, the rest of you'll could have a seat. [Talking about stuff] The situation is critical, even to a criminal. The lyrical ballistical, identical to shooting guns. Reload the glock then terrorize the block. Put their fear on lock, by bombing up a parking lot. This that boom bap, the realest rap you forgot. The quickest slap to the whack, I'm bruising up your whole gang. #Lefoko got me more Fresh, well dressed, man I'm well-fed. Can't stop it, man I'm focused. I do it like I'm rolling an acre of all that potent. You could never hold up, gotta catch up if you sauced now. I keep score 'cause I'm winning, and losers quick to flop flip. I'm an incredible feeling; Made from the green in my system; Trigger that, and you be dealing; With the Hulk, become a victim. The sort of trauma ordered through portals; I bring a broader force of the aura; That got you niggas slaughtered. I talk the talk; The walk is all I know like Spartans at war. [More talking about stuff] Quick to be brutal; Unusual to amusing losers; Your punch is futile; I'm bruising up your system with the lyrics coming in fusion; Combined with producers, never confusion; Jus' focused users; computers. I'm Ganja stupid, too doobied; My flow is groovy, you moving; Kinetic motion so fluent, I talk that fluid; You loosened and oozing; Cruising and cooling. Disturb and you bulletined with bullets in your abdomen. The bull's eye, I am targeting; The bullshit bullies pulling up with up, I be flushing it. See I be running it, no pardoning; Excuses get you bruised, and I am harnessing; Thoroughly hardening my hustelings. Nobody match to fit, so comparing him to unique; Fits a match, I'd like to be. You putting sand to sea, while I'm landing onto sea; All these see weed, got me fluently flowing in fluid; Got me feeling all the liquid, fleeing inside of my system. One_Der

11. Outro See, I began at standards, on the surface when I started rapping; Now I'm interacting with the passion burning deep inside my heart and; Now my levels in this art have left me standing far apart from all these other rapper's stuff. With the use of different tactics, multitasking; And the perfect laying of the strategies; That I've been planning, since I've mentally imagined all the happenings and then finally resulting in a better scheme; That got me witnessing a dream. To M.R. I'd like to give a word; Wendigo and Mas. Lefoko, how we put work; Tiro where we hustling? Mjumba's Kush is still worse; KC up in Vandas. Kush so loud, that you silent. You know I got that good shit; Representing 0-1-Sik, so Kattz, how you be? Skate & Skech, how you feel, when you mixing all this steez. TNT, that's my clique, we been known since we've been; Rolling at the library. High School was a good high. Lefty, Skate and Jacky, Red Eye Skech, that's the Family. Whether Heaven or the Bakery, I got people waiting on me. Ovuko, all the way from VUT; You know that be home to me. Nibles89, for the art, thanQ much. Krispi does a good job with this kind of stuff. Mixtape for free, I got love for all my peoples; Yhat's why I got a sequal, on the way. Watch out for the collaborations that I be packing on my second mixtape. And about I Could Be Rapping; I've managed lots of stuff; Handled a lot of blunts; And I've had a lot of fun; ThanQ much for listening, it can never be enough. … ThanQ much