Lyrics

Walk behind me

Intro:  YEP, ah , Josh,

Cho x 1

Verse 1

Hail Mary full of grace look at me now droppin’ ma rhymes can’t see ma flaws,

And who knows? I sit, watch and take notes, for ya’ll to hear

Seen the flames, some**’s cookin’ here, am just about to serve it

Sorcerers suckin’ me u think u can make it? U got year, behind me

I come from a place where a hazard never reached, you wanna put it on me but you can’t handle that

And stop fooling around am not a white folk that you gotta walk behind me

if you want war try me I got an army killing a wicked man is not a known sin in heaven

Burry me soon if you think am crossin’ you, Am not the best rapper N I got no problem with that

Let a man be boss if he got a reason to floss ma words are gross could say sorry

But lately I aint said that imma leave the church, be standby to see me on a Sunday school

I can’t see wine on the scale, wine bibber, am only sure to see Local brew on the sale

Juveniles ready to yell, hands in the air and u can tell a nemesis is up in here

Am a dream come true and am close to be shinning gliding

I thought I told ya that am comin’, been patiently waiting and now

If my love for the game, keep growin’ I’ll be targetin’ ya’ll

Next thing u see me in a house on mars, built on the rock

Yes, to picture Jesus daily, preachin’ His word

To ya’ll believers who are close to be like me

Paparazzi, looking for me, tell em – I happen in Muhanga

History, is in the making, forget about the past, its merry makin’and be ma student

So I can teach ya how to groove, to this tune.

Cho x 1

Verse 2

What more can I do? Am not livin’ well, am proud to talk about where I dwell, wherever I go

Then am sure, ma town can depend on me, little known 20 years back, I been around though

I spare time to spit rhymes because I love it I mean I got ma five on it opportunities came

I went to school, I got a job I gets paid still I aint happy, my mind is thinking many things, so what can I say?

Can I teach? Can I sing? Will I win? Or be the loser without a thing

For now I know, how to talk on the beat N ya’ll be thinkin’ am a genius

Can’t represent for the hood, all the teachers, who love the hood, put up yo hands you just heard what I said

Am starin’ at the world with this new vision, am in confusion, despite the heartbreak

Reach in your heart and ya’ll find your mind, it’s what am tryina do I got love for this thing but not really much

 So I know how to regulate it and then I am about to say, that I made it

 Rhyming thirty bars N more is just a joke, I won’t stop, open the lock and

See ma CD on air there’s money to share, so hook the chair

You’re tripping if you think that am dissin ’, my mind’s the same, as what my lips can say, am a newcomer fitting in

Aint none of ya’ll folks hatin me can handle that, A thousand miles from K’LA City to Kigali just,

Put on your shoes it’s time to dance, Dusk to Dawn we kickin the dust, into face – Learn this...

It’s a mic check bumpin’ the rage to the age so share the cake

Nsanga e Muhanga with Love, ke kade UGA-FLOW ye mombo

Vaawo nawe tobera nabo bakiwoko setula akatebe wotude bafude

Silude Kati olugero kandutandike – batandika okuzawula

Mwanyi zabala olina ebala awo nkona yefoloma – olwono

Bakulabisa amatumbi bude, de’no neli bide obisude

 Sitide Ekintu kankitandike

Amanyi amemanye, gakumala ebita embuga – laba situmye nestukide

Abameganyi, banatera, okuzegwera

Oloja owe’kibuga munakyalo nenkufera

 Kubakumatu, Kiriza mwatu, kuluno, yatula mulwatu, Lubale mbera…uha

Cho x 1

Cho:

If I see you dancing like that, then I know ya’ll gonna feel this

Trippin’ ya’ll this track is on me and the rec ya’ll gonna feel me

Uhahahahahaha, better walk behind me – hind me (background)

Mpora murujijo bw’ubuzima

Nheka KO ubona ibyiza mkora

Nifuza kureka ibi byahise

Ngamije icyo niyemeje – ohohohoho

Mbwira ibindi nkora

Know your Enemy
Intro (talking)
Brothers and sisters and friends and I see some enemies…today till tomorrow, let the message reach every borough, to all the parasites thinking that Hip Hop is not economically viable…this is a commodity for sale and let the truth be told.
Verse 1
Word up, I thought i told ya where we do dat at, flippin’ pages, turnin’ tables
Know your enemy know yourself (know yourself)
You shouldn’t plead to politicians telling you lies
People shunning rap music, thinking it’s crazy, ya’ll don’t know, it’s the only way I get around
In Uganda, my home is where the life starts, where ya’ll at??? Givin’ you bliss this life sucks!!!
When u are black am sure u’ll tell a story about, what y’ll are finding
Unveiling schools using rhymes that I make, from teachin’ history to singing music
Take care of all the lines that I write, they wonder if I suit this, or I lose it, that’s why am not talking
Teaching is all about the lessons I bake and if ya mouths still yappin’ I’ll shut em down
Whenever I think about my family I keep it rollin’ that’s how it is
Without love and respect in Rap Music, I wouldn’t be doin’ it
Let me shout to these Rap affiliates, am a rapper with credentials
So tell me how fake this rap business is!! Or less u keep it out your dental 
Considering the year I wrote ma first song, I thought I got it wrong
To think that am a star but I aint, am looking further…coz rap music spell more than that
Cho x1
That’s the game; streets are tryina make an emphasis
Through the microphone, we barking now
We make an emphasis, and let it ring in your phone and the radio
We make an emphasis, know your enemy
Verse 2
If u know how it hurts talking about me,
Words that are bad, that I didn’t say,
That’s the same way that it will hurt,
When somebody else talks about cha,
So gimme some respect, cuz if u don’t imma hurt ya
Get to ya feet; to ya knees, before I run through yo teeth
I make an emphasis, oh
Cho x1
Verse 3
Somebody’s smitten they don’t know who i am straight outta JT lyric sayin’
Pass me the mic so I can show u clearly what I can do
My maiden life is set up so imma shut ya up, am in the class of the modern
When I toil I know ma future is being made, tryina evade,
This pain of a grown man, when I rhyme for the mass don’t ask about that
My mentors Immortal Technique and Cannibus rhymes, so sicker than,
My inspiration to the game, is not looking for fame, a secret is behind
So ya’ll speakin’ rapsy, am from a poor background creepin’ on a come up!!
I got a dream just like ya of buildin’ a house, buyin’ a car the stronger the root the stronger the tree…
The bigger the dog the bigger the fight so am not givin’t up
Analyze ma rhymes, while i scheme in these political LAWS and Listen!!
Cowards thinkin’ it’s a one on one, I aint scared of ya’ll we can get it on
Emcees strugglin’ to sing like 2Pac, I got a problem witcha,
Singing a thug life ya don’t know how fake ya are, this is Africa where we sing real issues
Matter fact ya sound Whack!! So am fed up of the rhymes that u hack
Ya can go to school and learn, metaphors, put em in ya verse, cuz I sympathize witcha
I freestyle my destiny and if ya got a problem, then come fight me
This is more than rap, its HIP HOP; u gots ta ride with it or collide with it
Cho x 1
Outro:
Cool vibes Record, Josh, straight from the pearl of Africa, Jinja town.
Yeah Jemuli? Jemuli? Jemuli? Respect is everything!