I'm the lyrical master, call me the Baba,
Flow so smooth, like I'm sippin' guava,
Coming through the streets of Addis Ababa,
Spitting bars hot like a pepper, lava,
Aiming for the top, ain't gonna be a slob, nah,
Making moves slick, like I'm in a drama,
Building my empire, call it Casaba,
Worldwide flow, from here to Java.