Hlasela Dithutha

Komando Obbs
Tshepe Tshepe Tshepe
Poho...
[?]
[?]
Di poho fela
Re tebisitwe[?]
Selemong sena
Ha re sa tswhela ra khotlela
[?]
Jwale tshena ra potela
Re sa hlaula di thotha tsa Lesotho
Bo nchebeng ba tla sala ba le qoqela
Mpheng di tshepe
Ke oke bahale
Nke qoqe leane
La lena le fatshe
Nke tlotle tulo
Se parola thota
Ke re nyolosa fela bo
Mora Molekane
Hale di thotha tshe di re lekane
Re nka thijwa ke eng rele bahlabane
Rele ba tsamayi
Ba {?}
Banna ba ho kenna di teng tsa ba hale

Tumi:
The city cold but the people warm
Hard times theme my songs
Outline when the beat is one
You alive? or just breathing on?
Surviving the mediocre
I'm tryna see what culture provides
For some people out there YEAH
Jump on my stallion ride
Ride in this junk
And just rhymin’
Rather describe it as bonding
Like which one of us foreign
When there's no border patrolling
Kommando obbs deployed there
Like a pallbearer
With a note for the old to draw near Oh YEAH!
It's code red for these young folks
Who were not clear when the sun rose
Pop pills to come close
To whats out there
Quiet close
Four hours away what was not much of a day
Get transformed
Into a beauty unborn
A half-forgotten daydream
A place where Tumi comes from
Certain of it’s maybe's
Life is not a plaything
Try telling them at 18
It's not what it may seem
Youngsters stuck on they tricks
They Father's are like hunters who've forgotten what they chasing