Celebrated lyricist Stogie T returns “back to the music” — or so he says —with a hashtag on Instagram, announcing his latest drop, “Mama Say,” which follows his signing to Def Jam Africa.
In the same post, he’d also shared the lyrics to the song, which might have some fans reliving the past and the roles their mothers played in their lives. It’s Stogie T as assured as can be.
“Mama Say” has the Def Jam imprint, so yes it is the first song the South African musician had released following his signing to the record label which is also home to the likes of Boity, Cassper Nyovest, Lucasraps and Nasty C.
By the way, the release of “Mama Say” follows Stogie T’s altercation with culture critic Nota Baloyi during Yanga Chief’s Famous Friends event recently.
From the look of things, Stogie T has pushed behind him that infamous encounter with Nota. He’s only out to focus on the music.
In fact, after listening to his latest drop, the altercation of data ago would barely register in the consciousness of anyone truly devoted to Mzansi music. It’s the vibe that really counts and you can savor it without qualms. Go figure.
Stogie T – Mama Say…
Mama Say Lyrics
New Maggz blaring In a parked engine Apartment block sketchy
I am edgy
Shortie shoulda been got ready
But she top heavy Fetish override scary Sous vide pork belly Jos roasted strawberries
We pop cherry toast merely to the healthy
Forgot I am married
Unsettled remembered what momma tell me
It gets blurry, wins followed by rains, be wary
Get carried away following whims get buried
Celebrity’s the coal mine canary
They glorify and hail him with the same
Gold knife behead him So Roman senate Whole lot of venom Off bat, here’s Gotham emblem
For the authentic, skin is raw denim
You need an Alternate ending
The bad guy winning
It’s sci-fi written you dums dums tweeting
Your highlights fiction
My actual lifelike island living
Wife might pick a visit from some flick she digging
Now dig it
She sightseeing, my sights precision gun wilding
My guys might kill him, I am conflicted by religion
I am no tough guy but tough guys love a nigga
They might untuck and pop for a box of Liquor
The rambunctious, knock the pompous unconscious Call a caucus with the bosses
Even thugs ain’t lawless
Momma think I lost it
I am trying to protect her honour
She sees the gun holster and knows shit is rubbing off us Bring the coffins