[Intro – spoken, echoed] Plasma taxi, climb inside… One way ride to the ZEF side… Ja, we go now… [Hook] Plasma taxi, pull up, skat Neon rim, but the doors all kak Bounce in space with the bass so fat ZEF in the stars, can you handle that? Plasma taxi, no seat belt Only dub plates, chrome and veld Lights go mad when the snare line slap Whole milky way get a ZEF klap [Verse 1] I rock up in a junkyard suit, Second-hand boots, space dust on my tooth, Taxi made of three old Benz, no roof, Rocket on the back with the braai smoke proof. GPS is a broken TomTom, Only say “ja” and “kom, kom, kom,” Meter on the dash just blink “NO FUN,” So we charge by the bassline, one by one. Hou vas, laaitie, when the sub kick hit, Solar flare on the bonnet, still legit, I got a UFO hubcap, chrome and skif, Spinning like a DJ with a bad coke sniff. We don’t need NASA, we got yard wire, Coat hanger antenna, bushfire choir, Afrikaans slang on the ship’s AI, “Ry vinnig, boet, maar don’t you die.” [Hook] Plasma taxi, pull up, skat Neon rim, but the doors all kak Bounce in space with the bass so fat ZEF in the stars, can you handle that? Plasma taxi, no seat belt Only dub plates, chrome and veld Lights go mad when the snare line slap Whole milky way get a ZEF klap [Verse 2] I flick the switch, we in warp-speed skrrt, Galaxies blur like graffiti on a shirt, Asteroid belt look lekker like dirt, So we drift through rocks like a taxi in the burbs. Passenger a robot with a gold grill grin, Ask “waar bly jy?” he just spin, Say “I’m from a system with no more sin,” But he still pay cash when the bass drop in. Got a rave on Mars at the rank tonight, Laser beam vuvuzelas, red dust light, We line up cabs in a ZEF straight line, Number plates read “BV-DUB-9.” Every drop is a gravity cut, When the low end hit, you forget your kluts, Even aliens skank with the rusted lungs, Whole crowd chant in a skrr Afrikaans tongue: [Pre-Hook – crowd style] “Ek’s nie bang nie, bass my gun, Laser in my chest like a ZEF son, Dub in my veins when the night get numb, Plasma taxi, laat die galaksie drom!” [Hook] Plasma taxi, pull up, skat Neon rim, but the doors all kak Bounce in space with the bass so fat ZEF in the stars, can you handle that? Plasma taxi, no seat belt Only dub plates, chrome and veld Lights go mad when the snare line slap Whole milky way get a ZEF klap [Dub Break / Ad-libs – sparse words, long echoes] (Spoken, chopped with echo) Plasma… plasma… taxi… Ry met die bass, ja… Left lane to Orion… Pull up… pull up… [Hook – final, half-time then full] Plasma taxi, pull up, skat Neon rim, but the doors all kak Bounce in space with the bass so fat ZEF in the stars, can you handle that? Plasma taxi, no seat belt Only dub plates, chrome and veld Lights go mad when the snare line slap Whole milky way get a ZEF klap [Outro – spoken] Meter off, engine cold, Dust on my tekkies, pockets full of gold… Next ride, next night, next dub sold. Black Vine out, but the echo stay bold…
