Khali Cartel 5 (feat. Jakk Quill, Ruyonga, Fresh Like UHH & Mex Cortez)
Khaligraph Jones, Dyana Cods & Abbas Kubaff
Hip-Hop/Rap
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Music Video
Khali Cartel 5 - OG ft Jakk Quill, Ruyonga, Fresh like Uhh, Dyana Cods, Mex Cortez, Abbas Kubaff
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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Khaligraph Jones
Vocals
Dyana Cods
Performer
Abbas Kubaff
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brian Ouko Omollo
Songwriter
Lyrics
See it’s been over 2 years, that they be guessing and thinking
Back with a nuclear fantasy these records are different
My destiny is written, Ombachi when I step in the kitchen
I smell p***y, but I don’t mess with these kittens
So sweet Lord, it’s about to be a different kind of call
The KC legacy, is already written on the wall
These **** trash so we picking from the floor
Aye Quill, what’s the deal, won’t you tell ’em how we kickin’ through these doors
To those with me from the jump and who still call me to tell me they got me
'Kamano, Asanti, Thank you, Danke, Shkoyach, Merci, Gratzie
Look at where passion got me, my flow is never choppy
Manifested properly told y’all I’m tryna get to Champagne Papi
Right now I’m with the old school gangsta KC5 big thanks and welcome
Whole lot of bars and then some, I’ve been f**kin’ up the game but it’s like I just can’t cum
She wet though, real tight, no echo (that’s special)
That’s why my **** can’t let go stick to it, walls and geckos
Musically I feel like **** dead, and I’m dedicated
Truthfully I stand on what I said, never hesitated
I stand on my own too, FL over Pro Tools
Schoolin’ all these **** everyday just like I’m ‘post to
Coz when I look around I see drug addicts and femicide
I see black kings bugging, no pesticides
Why do we let it fly? Man I don’t even know
All I know is ‘fore I hit a hoe I’m gon’ moonwalk my way into some new p***y
Like “Girl bye,” Quill tryna go worldwide
Quill tryna go up high, my pen game on jet plane
On propane, OD on caine, not in your lane
Gassed up like propane
Making waves and I’m doing this with no TikTok, bitch stop
**** sayin’ they rapping up against Quill same **** lip-locked
Truth be told they got boring, ’cause of the boy you been snoring
But I believe in my bigger picture so this here is just b****h stop, **** what!
I stay on topic **** coz the subject matter (huh, huh)
Man, f**k the crumbs, I deserve a platter (huh, huh)
I deserve a table, where your table manners? (huh, huh)
Now my face on cable this that major status, major status
I’mma need my charlottes, I’mma need my crown
Need the town, to be kneeling down, it’s my kingdom now
Where the keys, I’m like Socrates, when I’m writing this
Count me out, then you dumb me down, check your faculties
Hoe!
Yeah bro, free spirited I got a rare soul
Yeah bro, bone crusher we are never scared nope
Yeah bro, Quill you got it just stand me on air bro
All that talk is for the birds we know they wouldn’t dare though
They agitated we shining get ’em some adderall
We done back for credit Kampala know that we get it all
Terms and conditions apply to scheme but we read it all
Aye yo Ru what it do bro, said it all
Okay let’s set it off, Many were called but few could get involved
Extra level boss I’ve been a problem you are yet to solve
Redefine getting bent out of shape for fools that dare to cross
The line round this circle of bosses with the view of squaring off
Moment of silence, everybody rise
Hand to God meet the saint even atheists idolize
From the Cartel 5 brought to you live and direct no subbing
It's going out with a bang like a bomb went off while you clubbin’
It’s only right that Mr Omollo raised me for the curtain call
Fastest word slinger they go blind soon as the verse is drawn
Pro African Unity, but with bars show no diplomacy
In this EA community, I Boss this whole incumbency
RRUU, UG’s life of the party addictive
Getting it popping, no molly
Lyrically light up the spot like Diwali
Moving pictures like the top of the Dolly
Snap kunimezea kama Khali
Mkuu wa mali nimerudi vikali
Kahidi na njaro ya Wakadinali
Kutoka KaNairo hadi Kigali
Ndi Mu Zone, Bars sana, mi ni Don, God Fadda
Baba, like the founding Bataka mixed with Kalamashaka
Kuva dda Mbadde Muka, Buuza ku ba ewaka
Bye mwepikapika, but when I roll up, mwena mwabika
Byenkola si bya bulijo, tebilabikalabika
RRUU, manya ga Amaanyi mwona mu Africa
Guy, ninduga Kampala, oyetwara eTakushara
Parte ya Bulishaaha, ne reeta sente kwiruka
Ewaffe si wabafaala, bwoba faala, ofa Yala
Nga nanyini kibuga, eh eh, Mulabe duka
Whoever thinks that I’m a mortal, would be “right”, I’m Immortal
You’d be wiped off earth if I even think of giving the order
So in the clutch if I walk through the graveyard
Bet you tombs erupt the UG plug to the Khali Cartel the OG knew wassup
Lyrically run this East vicinity, set to kill this Vinc beat to infinity
Pound for pound till Khali had to limit me
It’s no limits, but we got them bro’s innit
Be considerate, how long you wanna rap, four minutes?
Peace to my brother Ru coz you done put your soul innit
But if I remove the restrictions the track won’t finish
And I don’t know if Tanzania still mad at me
But what I know is we blood even though we had a beef
And Fresh know we got the esco steez
To the doubters and non-believers you some SOB’s
Uhh, lazy flow coz my pockets obese, oh please
Shout out to the OG’s, the oldies on these old beats
And newbies, who wanna catch a fade like some old jeans
**** on my nuts like Oak trees, oh geez!
Ladies stay fallin’ like Oak leaves
I need me a Royal AP and verses from Lauryn Hill, ASAP
We can let our sixteen orgy
Coz we don’t F-word with these rappers or the police
255 that’s the 12 like Four 3s
Dope flows wavy like some dolphins
All my fans dope fiends, it’s like I’m from New York how I know Queens
Still running tracks boy, I get trophies
**** stay beefin’ I don't care I’m going Ham
Yeah my hit will never jam, I repeat we came to jam
**** sweet another jam, D-E-C about my journey
Pushing me? Listen man, I’ll have you marked like an exam
When I took some L’s **** wrote me off completely
Now I’m closer to the M’s we like Mario Luigi
It’s that crazy **** Fresh, I came through across the border
With a flow so sick I could probably walk on water
Three states I matter, but it ain’t enough
The flow’s been solid baby don’t gas me up
I lay low in Mexico, or Lagos with Nairas and some Pesos
Never been with no labels but they connect to the music no cables
Chairman but I turn tables
My brothers really did me like Abel
But tell ’em that I’m able, to juggle halo’s I know some angels
Whip got a couple horsepower yeah the money been stable
Wanani-copy so niko ma Nairobi
Nai-forci, nai-forgi, haitoki nai-locki niko lowkey
Nai-corki flow zinadai boti, buy pochi, dai noti
Usikae softi, get saucy
Bar city
Bar city on it y’all want the blessing brother
That’s off the chains we don’t doubt it but there’s a question brother
Is Mex your brother coz after Mex you’re the best I heard of
I’d rather rep for Nairobi, King of the F’n gutter
About time we put ninjas out off their mystery
You bad boys only thrive in parties with Diddy B
I pleaded thee and lyrically you a shitty breed
Cods finish the job these ninjas still appear to breath
Whatever you’re looking for just hit me coz I got it
I came with the smoke you can’t teargas a baddie
Mi si Diana B rappers hawana bahati
I’m the best female rapper consider me for a Grammy
Ass clapper Don Dadar I’m the queen
Mother daggering ting badman commits a p***y murder
Mi sidung pon em face you can ask your father
Me myself and I you can’t name another
Flow tight like this, niko na ?? kwa streets
Unago for it I aim it’s precise I don’t miss
It’s hits after hits couple of tricks on my sleeve
But one thing’s for sure, I don’t mix friendship with biz
If you try to compare, don’t try to go there
Cods, Dyana, me I don’t care
Bought so and so, number one trending on air
They used to overlook me, now I’m overbooked
Hot in the kitchen fire blazing coz I’m cooking
The same hunger from when I was still a rookie
Comrade, I’m the rap Mandela
With the run kiti kiti run town upuzi ngela
Injuries, don’t know why bitches hate on me
Shout out to Khali Omollo gang, he be my bro like KOB
Seven figures pay homie, legendary pay homage
It’s the big league place your money bet on me
And these one of the sickest combos that won’t take no ??
So you better bet on Cods or you don’t get no bread
It’s strictly business coz she probably leave your text on read
But is these **** really ready for Mex Cortez?
See the 254 was patiently waiting for me to diss K
Brother to brother my G, let me ask you this K
Do these people have an idea of what’s coming with this K?
Coz by the time they finish this K it’s gon be (Igweee)
The welcome was extra nice, I’m really honoured
Six rounds from a flute like gun I’m singing on it
Watch me flip an Ojapiano win to this KC
Coz when you see K and me must be a milli on it
Africa’s wordplay king, always been standing out
Like I was too good for the midterms they handing out
That ain’t been my cup of tea since I went corporate
No wonder my fist just got big firms for Grammys now
Production lessons always had a high pass in cords
My bass is on the right match I smash control
Naondoa hii kiu yenu so lower down your hi-hats
When I clap you gon’ get bypassed as raw
Cortez kwa Kartel, Mel kani-CC
Our rappers Captain Marvels, waelewe mi ndio DC
Tutawatoa sana jasho, kabla hawajaanza kwenda TZ
I’mma turn this 22 Bets to like 2-2 BET’s
It’s funny you go violent with the press
Face to face, you more like Billie Eilish in a dress
Y’all missed me on the first four cyphers my Kenyan fans
Pleaded the fifth now rappers remain silent for the best
If I am to touch a Casper now it would just float and vanish
Where would I go at a nasty child in mind you know I’m polished
Behind the middle of nowhere you dawgs need lots of courage
Now I became the elephant in the room I bless the flow like Gunish
I been the sickest killer in the East should get a collash and cough
I give ‘em a minute to get on their knees in peace I needed the casket closed
That’s what you been asking for when nobody lasted though though
I match it though, you wanted me and Khali in a beef, man we just laughed it off
Yeah, circle ni ndogo, there’s barely a **** I trust at all
I’m in my space I circle you sons na pace ya asteroids
The master ploy is finally taking shape with zero effort
Nashika pen i-slide kwa mbuku mnapata hero lessons
KC5 ni moto, mamwere ni must kucatch
Biz napiga na Sam K, kanitoa from grass to class
Only me I keep it solid wanaku-gas you tough
Mnangoja ni lose aje, na niko na Abbas Kubbaff?
Niki-get high on my own hio ni self-esteem
Bila dhambi kwenye mgongo yeah I’m back on the scene (sin)
Jicho rangi ya Kariobangi if you know what I mean
To be or not to be ni Abbas ku-B
Hii ni big time, no Big Ben, mambo London
Kang kang! understand, nina hanjam
Kwa traffic, mi hu-talk shit, cause I’m toxic
Mangumi twenty-six kwa d**k, si ni boxing
Nina contacts kushinda macho za Hopsin
Sister, convent money, hio ni nonsense
Preacher, ye hukata maji anaitwa Moses
Nime-snap they knows nikona gauntlet
Marvelous, na-rock steady mi ni obelix
Honestly, si poli-tricks tubonge royalties
Itabidi ubonge na wale hubadilisha policies
Mukuchu ya mraia inachaiwa juu ya charity
Wackness, mediocracy, blah blah democracy
Story za economy according to Deuteronomy
Niko chini ya waba ndio maana mi huwa anonymous
Normally, hao husemanga ati mi huwa anomaly
Juu suddenly, out of nowhere, monolith
I’m out here, kwenye front row, kama soloist
I got you, I’m outside kama garage(i)
Kang kang! I’m back in the ring I’m a pugilist
No fuck that, it’s a stick up I’m taking fugitives
Ni Hip-hop, Khali Cartel **** let’s do this
Omollo na Doobie Doobie, hii si ni movie
How’s my history basi cheki kwa browser
They whispering, itabidi nimeseti ki-Louder (ah)
Wowzer, kwa mbosho nimebakisha kimbaula
Lahaula, mi ni star (minister), uliza Muthaura
Msee wa ghetto hukata waba hadi anaita mwaura
Mbogi ya power, what you talkin’ about?
Are you like ready to kill or what?
Kutoka East hadi West, Kariobangi ndio home
Mjanja maa representing Nairoberry town
Gone!
Written by: Brian Ouko Omollo
