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Mess around and find out

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My Inspiration

A hidden culture of South Africa

I was travelling to Cape town with my parents to watch One Republic in concert. We stayed in an apartment in Bo Kaap. Bo-Kaap is an area of Cape Town, formerly known as the Malay Quarter. It is a former racially segregated area, situated on the slopes of Signal Hill above the city centre and is a historical centre of Cape Malay culture in Cape Town. The colours, people, cats and chanting from the historic Nurul Islam Mosque (about 1 block from our flat), inspired this, my first music video. The quiet calm, mixed with the frantic heavy solos of Polyphia’s – F**k around and find out, fitted perfectly with the community of contrast that is Bo-Kaap

The Lyrics

Mess around and find out (feat $Not)

(Huh, woah)

(F**k what these n*****s be talkin’ ’bout)
(F**k what these n*****s talkin’ ’bout)
(We gon’ spark it out) Ayy
Spark it out F**k what these n****s be talkin’ ’bout
We gon’ spark it out, just take ’em out
Put ’em in a bag and shut they mouth (Shut up)
Police walk around, they won’t hear a sound (Yuh)
I’m all by myself and I keep it a hundred
I keep a clip on me, if I see an opponent
Driving a Ford and indeed that is stolen
Pull up at the function they won’t even notice (Uh-huh)
F**k what these n****s be talking ’bout
We gon’ spark it out, just take ’em out (Huh)
Put ’em in a bag and shut they mouth (Shut up)
Police walk around, they won’t hear a sound (Huh)
I’m all by myself and I keep it a hundred
I keep a clip on me, if I see an opponent (Yeah)
Driving a Ford and indeed that is stolen
Pull up at the function they won’t even notice Been feelin’ so sick inside
Can’t really feel pain in mind (Huh)
These n****s they stealing my shine
And all of my friends turn to enemies
Can’t be friends so they try to end me
And then they came with some of the envy
And chemically mixed with the jealousy
I don’t think I want no friends
Lone star n***a, til’ the end
I don’t think I want a bitch
Matter of fact, I want me some
Type b***h to love me some
Type b***h to know I’m wrong
When she know I’m feelin’ right
Two cups Sprite mixed with ice
Beautiful when I think suicide

I don’t remember nights
Blood streaks comin’ out my eyes
You will feel the pain inside
Feel the stabs up in my back
N****s plot behind my back
But won’t talk with they chest
Won’t rest until I’m blessed
Bullet hole down in your head

F**k what these n****s be talkin’ ’bout
We gon’ spark it out, just take ’em out (The f**k?)
Put ’em in a bag and shut they mouth (Shut up)
Police walk around, they won’t hear a sound (Yuh)
I’m all by myself and I keep it a hundred
I keep a clip on me, if I see an opponent (Uh-huh)
Driving a Ford and indeed that is stolen
Pull up at the function they won’t even notice (Uh-huh)
F**k what these n****s be talkin’ ’bout
We gon’ spark it out, just take ’em out (Huh)
Put ’em in a bag and shut they mouth (Shut up)
Police walk around, they won’t hear a sound (Huh)
I’m all by myself and I keep it a hundred
I keep a clip on me, if I see an opponent (Yeah)
Driving a Ford and indeed that is stolen
Pull up at the function they won’t even notice

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