Smokey the Ghost & Aerate Sound – South Indian Macha (Audio Only)

Smokey the Ghost & Aerate Sound – South Indian Macha (Audio Only)

January 22, 2020 11 By William Hollis


I’m a South Indian macha, brown skinned in
my colour Found infinite, crowned intellect, cow sensitive
brother I’m a South Indian macha, brown skinned in
my colour we found infinite crowned intellect cow sen… cow sen… (ohhh) Indian, you know that I got that curry on
my clothes I crack your head on the same stone that the
coconuts were broke Even Helium feels lower than the Mysore mall
you smoke So take a drag of that idiki gold, that south
Indian dope (drag)
Way beyond the soul, your like that gravy of my clothes
Put my lady up, on hold to sniff my daily dose of hope
Ur aliens, the human’s life was taken off the globe, pimped and painted on a poker face,
your faith all a joke Black or white or brown, in the bone we all
will crack Let me remind that Death is blind, we all
the same in fact, Please Excuse
My south Indian genes, I’m that brown syndicate, crowned intellect, cow sensitive brother I’m a South Indian macha, brown skinned in
my colour Found infinite, crowned intellect, cow sensitive
brother I’m a South Indian macha, brown skinned in
my colour Found infinite, crowned intellect, cow sensitive
brother I’m a South Indian macha, brown skinned in
my colour Found infinite, crowned intellect, cow sen…cow
sen…cow sen Joe, I got this flow
Shoot you in the temple and the gods Invoked Laughing like I’m Senthil, when
I pardon jokes With a little bit of spice, all of the girls
and guys got digits to count to infinite twice, (hella brown)
Ego from the north, better Settle down You don’t wanna fall prey to my Pheromones
Melanin, in my element, better tell a foe That I’m coming
Heads wanna bang to the sound of a thavil, can’t shake hands when I’m sipping on the
rasam, Proud of the place I’m from Malleshwaram
Hit the Malabar when I wanna eat the putta Enter Tamil nadu when I wanna do the kutthu
Telangana, cause my bros Alamuru, HYD but I speak with you in thulu
(thulu) And all this fucking hate for Bollywood is
obvious Ramanujan but north isn’t counting us
Put the fucking limits, but I tend to the conscious
Saved by the bell, my flows be so Gaussian… But I’m coming
Here to get the crown, chenddai on the drumming Show you what I’m bout, every human is a flower
We the fucking petals so be proud of what is ours
I can see I can see
Rappers fake as they can be I’m that G but still so southern
So Fuck Smokey RIP I’m that macha, phony people speech awoke
me from my sleep Why these people standards be so weak your
sheep, so call me G I’m that macha
Bring some beef I Pluck some plantain leaves to eat
Guess your life needs to be filtered like its South Indian coffee, I’m that macha
So excuse my South Indian genes I’m the brown syndicate, crowned intellect
Here to remind you peeps… Black or white or brown
In the bone, we all will crack That black or white or brown
will crack, will crack… I’m the macha