“Until the lion learns to speak The tales of hunting will be weak My poetry hales with in the streets My poetry fails to be discrete It travels across the earth and seas From Eritrea to the West Indies It knows no boundaries No cheese It studied in parts of Greece (runtaa hadii kale waxaan lahaa aaheey) I am sick as far as lyrics And with this far as gimmicks I spit par age and limit The shit they talk in rapid I am hip the hop as living I skip the obvious woman Don’t get what i am presenting No rims my mind spinning (runtaa hadii kale waxaan lahaa aaheey)”