The win of the machine

Yeah... Khutty K.
The Drawing Machine.
Straight out of Limpopo.
Listen.
​(Verse 1)
Born in Ha-Modjadji, year two-thousand, August three,
A young boy with a pencil and a giant destiny.
By age eight in the schoolyard, drawing for some pocket change,
By twenty-seventeen, I knew my life was bound to change.
Twenty-twenty matriculated, left the books behind,
Put one hundred percent into the canvas and the grind.
Twenty-one, DJ Shimza saw the portraits on the screen,
And that’s the day the world met the true Drawing Machine!
​(Chorus)
They can try to erase the page, try to block the line,
But they can never stop the hands, or steal the creative mind.
From the pencil to the soil, yeah we rise up from the dust,
Khutty K Drawing Machine, in the hustle we trust!
​(Verse 2)
Twenty-three went supersonic, Monada went viral,
Three-hundred-sixty-thousand views, a crazy upward spiral!
Mackeaze and Malome Vector, the internet was shaking,
Even Jhené Aiko saw the history I was making.
Master KG, Nomcebo, radio stations on the line,
From Thobela down to Energy, it was my time to shine.
Not just sketch pads, I’m a writer, dropping lyrics with the flow,
Using soil from the earth to make the visual art grow.
​(Verse 3)
Met Big Zulu, met Mawhoo, twenty-four was looking bright,
Then my page with ninety-thousand followers vanished overnight.
A digital collapse, yeah it cut me like a knife,
But a machine just reboots when you’re fighting for your life!
Twenty-five, Naledi Aphiwe entered in the scene,
Won the Whole Wisani battle, keeping all my titles clean.
Back to forty-five thousand followers, the numbers climbing high,
Limpopo’s proudest brother, shooting straight into the sky!
​(Outro)
Yeah, start from zero.
Build it back.
You can’t delete real talent.
The Machine never stops.
RSA.

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