We are the whispered saints of sound, we're here, we're here, we're here Mic check, can you hear me? Can you hear me, can you hear me? Yo, be me, you can't see me One, two, can you hear me? Can you hear me, can you hear me? Ooh, I got em all, I'm booty feedin' What the *** you gon' tell us? What the *** you gon' tell us? Oh, you mad? You jealous? What the *** you gon' tell us, huh? What the *** you gon' tell us? Oh, you mad? You jealous? Money, power, respect, this is all I really want This is all I really want, really want, yeah Powerland 2017, the jig is up You need to play a little different, boy The jig is up, that's how the game goes, I never change, though Same old K.O. flow, still the only thing switchin' up Guess who's back up in the kitchen with an apron? Whippin' up a storm for the streets, listen up All you rappers can order and eat, bon appétit Y'all get a piece of these L's, I'm dishin' up Playin' the property game, pushin' my figures up When you on top of your game, they tryna finish you K.O. Mokovelli, the don, I'ma heat him up I don't give a ***, I know my catalogue will shock them niggas up Put me on any beat, I'ma rip it up I see you tryna get your riches up, boy But you need to get your lyrics up, boy I just wanna live it up while I'm makin' sure I give a cut Each and every single bug comin' in to my whole La Familia La Familia Mic check, can you hear me? Can you hear me, can you hear me? These niggas can't see me One, two, can you hear me? Can you hear me, can you hear me? What the *** you gon' tell us? What the *** you gon' tell us? Oh, you mad? You jealous? What the *** you gon' tell us? What the *** you gon' tell us? Oh, you mad? You jealous? Money, power, respect is what I really want Is all I really want, really want, yeah Power, respect, power, respect And we're sendin' y'all, sendin' y'all Everybody is platinum and everybody is gold now One hot record and everybody's a goat Now wait, are they some ARVs? Cocaine, marijuana, or superglue? Cause everybody is dope now Oh my, oh my I'm laughin' at you rappers lyin' to the people That's a shot from a 9mm Never had to tell a lie Cause my grind's so officious I make the type of records that'll put you in the mood Those SA rhythms that'll move you with the groove Bass bussin' out the woofers in the coupe I just dropped that long, I made a second album Number shootin' through the roof Skandakot Marungensan Skandakot Marungensan We ain't see this *** comin' Got your girl givin' up the pussy for some quick money She can let a nigga hit, but she ain't gettin' *** from it Mic check, can you hear me? Can you hear me, can you hear me? Yo, leave me a cake, see me? One, two, can you hear me? Can you hear me, can you hear me? Ooh, I got it all, I do be feelin' What the *** you gon' tell us? What the *** you gon' tell us? Oh, you mad? You jealous? What the *** you gon' tell us, huh? What the *** you gon' tell us? Oh, you mad? You jealous? Money, power, respect It's all I really want It's all I really want, really want, yeah Power, respect Ooh, send me home, send me home ***, ***, *** Baby, I do not trust you I said, you know I don't trust you Baby, I do not trust you I said, *** you True killer for sure, I'm a true killer for sure Not even tryna be cocky, but my pool's bigger than yours The coupe's bigger than yours, the crew's trigger than yours Totally happy to show you the true meaning of war Flexin' my powers just to show them who's really the boss Kanda Republic, yeah, we show them who's bringin' the sauce I move slicker than y'all Now, what the *** you gon' tell us, huh? Oh, you mad? You jealous? I did it for the culture, rooting, cheering for y'all But then again, you're dealing with human beings after all And you're bound to get burned All you gotta do is even the score Special thanks to you and you for teaching the boy Ay, your new *** is manure And I can tell you got a bunch of yes-men up in the stew When you record, your crew's the reason you're fallin' off What the *** you gon' tell us, huh? Oh, you mad? You jealous? Boop!