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Latest Single Release: Da Black Puma


Y’ulz I’m bored in da New SA
Got myself elected now I sit all day
Sippin’ on the Chivas in the Union Buildings
Got me all randy like a buckwild gelding
Hired all my homies now they owe my ass big
They be sippin’ on my juicies like a suckling pig
I ask for a car and they buy me a jag
I ask for cash I get a Louis Vuitton bag
I ask for a crib and they build me a castle
Coz dey love how I do it in dem leopard-skin tassles


I’m Zuma
Da Black Puma
I got’s a peen and I know how to use her
I’m Zuma
Da Black Puma
You wanna do it in the conference room-ah?



I got 5 wives and even more lives coz my dick don’t stick when I dip it like a knife
In the honeypots filled to da brim with AIDS
Guess it’s all true what my witchdoctor say
“Take dis tongue of frog and dis eye of newt
mix it all together throw da bitch in the boot
drive her off a cliff if she says you raped her
say ‘no comment’ when dey call da newspaper
You da Prez you can do what you wanna
Ok Maybe not da cliff just send her off to Ghana”



I’m Zuma
Da Black Puma
I got’s a peen and I know how to use her
I’m Zuma
Da Black Puma
You like my snazzy jazzy party costume-ah?


I been Prez one year so I’m kicking up a gear coz I got this old man Mandela in my ear
Says ‘Uphold the institution of the A – N – C
Less funky chicken, more AIDS policy’
Mandela-shmela-kwela dang dis geezer don’t stop
Kicked him out my office for my dawgs dat give me props
You don’t like my rules I piss you out like water
And when you not looking I be sticking it in your daughter


I’m Zuma
Da Black Puma
I got’s a peen and I know how to use her
I’m Zuma
Da Black Puma
I push my seed in your babygirl’s womb-a


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ode to an old retail giant

saw this on vonbrandis’s photo stream and it brought barbie streisand alive in my mind singing that song ‘Memories’:

the OK bazaar reminds me of a simpler time:

Like that one time we stopped off in that small town
on the way to/from a holiday
We realized that towns in South Africa are not like the cities
Nobody is ‘deadline-driven’
Most people are ‘dop-system’ driven,
Hanging around on the pavements
Outside the OK Bazaars.

Long before Mr Price,
And a little before the glory-days of Game
(5 chocolates for the price of 2),
We could sit around on pavements, ‘dreaming of London’,
Buying Blush magazine, crème-soda and candied almonds
From the OK Bazaars.

You’d go there to get your new school shoes
And your pressed polyester school dress / shirt / shorts
They offered not only Tough-ees,
But also a cheaper alternative with nicer tear-drops
And thicker soles,
There, at the OK Bazaars.

Then along came Hyper-Rama
With their hey-days and their black-and-white knockouts,
Zany Charlie Chaplin vibes,
And then their hey-day would come back again,
And again,
And again.
And then there was Game,
So pink, so black,
And everybody just forgot
About the OK Bazaars.