Iwisa, meet Caesar
He's a commander
Who thinks he can dance with Conan of the Savannah
But when I go hand to hand with you, I go hammer
Knock off his dome
Wrap it up in his own banner
Send it back to Rome with a message from the Zulu
If you battle Shaka
This will happen to you
If you cross that equator you'll head straight into a massacre
And get fucked by more than just Cleopatra in Africa

You talk a lot of shit for a man wearing a diaper
I heard you had poison spit, where was it in this cipher?
Cause all I hear is threats from a brute with no discipline
And I'm ruling over you like a boot full of my citizens
So you should take your cow skin shield and hide under it
You're fucking with the most triumphant third of the triumvirate
I'm first of the Empire and the last of the Republicans
And hunting you accompanied by legions of my countrymen
Ask my kidnappers if I'm just a shit talker
Doc J dunk on you like
Boom Shakalaka!
So don't go rattling your sticks at me
If I wanted to shake spears
I'd waggle my biography

Right I've heard of your play
Tell me how does it end?
Oh yes
You get stabbed many times by your friends
So, whatcha gonna do with your Roman swords?
When the lines of your legions get gored by the horns
Of the Zulu (warriors!)
Trained on thorns
To dismember any emperor's pasty white hordes
I got the strength of a lion and the speed of a cheetah
And everyone knows you're just a chicken, Caesar

OOh can I be a hyena?
Cause I'm going to laugh
I'll pave roads with the bones of your goat herding ass
First my front lines will drop back and spank you in the chest
Then I'll decimate your horns, you can't outflank the best
Let your reserves come at me
My ballista's cocked and (ready!)
When I take (aim!)
I always keep my whole crew (steady!)
Because there's no use in murdering you and your heathen
You can grow my wheat for me after you're beaten