[Verse 1: South African-accented male MC, clipped and commanding over the broken kick] Saturday on the dirt lot, round the back of the shebeen Speaker on a wheelbarrow, loudest box you've ever seen Whole kasi on the wall, uncles sittin' on the crates Every week a new boy comes with his feet and his mistakes Twelve weeks I been the champion of this patch of red ground And my shoes are still white, my brother, not a speck of brown Today a boy from Section Four come walkin' with his crew Ten of them in matchin' shirts, and every shirt is new He points at me and spits, and he says "Old man, it's done" I just fold my arms and nod, 'cause I'm the only one [Hook: South African-accented MC, chanted, the toms rolling] Go 'head and kick up dust, boy, kick it up All that noise, all that fuss, all you raisin' is dust When the wind die down, the whole wall gonna see Only thing on this lot that the dust don't touch is me [Verse 2: harder, the shakers rattling, the toms rolling under every bar] He's spinnin', he's slidin', he's flippin' off the wall He's slappin' at his heels and then he's droppin' to a crawl He's fast, I give him that, I give him that for free And the red comes off the ground like a wave out of the sea Red cloud on the speaker, red cloud on the crates Red cloud on the uncles and the pap on their plates Red dust on the aunties' Sunday hats and on the braai Every time he lands a trick, the cloud goes twice as high And the wall is goin' crazy, and his crew is goin' wild And me, I'm standin' still, arms folded, with a smile [Hook] Go 'head and kick up dust, boy, kick it up All that noise, all that fuss, all you raisin' is dust When the wind die down, the whole wall gonna see Only thing on this lot that the dust don't touch is me [Kick Dropout: the kick vanishes for four bars, only the toms and his voice, then the kick slams back twice as heavy] My round now, and I don't move a foot I just stand there while the wind come through And the cloud he made come down real slow On everybody here but me, you know [Verse 3: the kick back twice as heavy, rapid and commanding] Now the uncles lookin' red, and the aunties lookin' red And the boy from Section Four got red dust on his head His new shirt ain't new, his white heels ain't white His crew is coughin', spittin', wipin' at their eyes in the light And I'm standin' in the middle, not a spot on either shoe Like the dust came down and looked at me and said "Not you" Gogo Mthembu on her crate, she points her stick at me Says "The one who's clean is the one who won, I got eyes to see" 'Cause a dance ain't how much dirt you throw, it's how you hold the ground Thirteen weeks, my brother, and my shoes ain't seen the brown [Hook] Go 'head and kick up dust, boy, kick it up All that noise, all that fuss, all you raisin' is dust When the wind die down, the whole wall gonna see Only thing on this lot that the dust don't touch is me [End]
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