[female
vocals] (
Yebo,
listen
up)
It’
s
the
story
of
the
hustle,
Gas
Ibex
style
Sharp
sharp,
let’
s
go
I
watched
the
smoke
rise,
I
watched
the
grease
stain
I
thought
I’
d
learn
the
engine,
I
thought
I’
d
learn
the
chain
I
was
looking
for
the
tools,
looking
for
the
light
But
I
found
the
patience,
keeping
watch
all
through
the
night
Gas
Ibex,
you’
re
the
one,
working
on
the
steel
Showing
me
the
sacrifice,
showing
me
the
real
Eish,
the
world
is
sleeping
but
you’
re
on
the
grind
Fixing
broken
pieces
that
the
people
left
behind
Gas
Ibex,
you’
re
turning
life
around
Fixing
every
engine,
lifting
off
the
ground
They
ask
the
price,
they
ask
the
cost
They
never
see
the
hours
that
the
night
has
lost
Gas
Ibex,
a
heart
that
won't
give
in
That’
s
where
the
beauty
and
the
passion
begin
Clean
hands
don't
stay
clean,
that’
s
what
I
know
Watching
how
your
focus
makes
the
motor
flow
It’
s
more
than
just
the
metal,
it’
s
more
than
just
the
gear
It’
s
the
pride
you
carry,
keeping
everything
so
clear
Asambe,
you
never
clock
out,
you
never
take
a
rest
Always
putting
every
part
to
the
ultimate
test
Sho,
you’
re
the
master,
you’
re
the
king
of
the
bay
Keeping
the
rhythm
of
the
city
every
single
day
Gas
Ibex,
you’
re
turning
life
around
Fixing
every
engine,
lifting
off
the
ground
They
ask
the
price,
they
ask
the
cost
They
never
see
the
hours
that
the
night
has
lost
Gas
Ibex,
a
heart
that
won't
give
in
That’
s
where
the
beauty
and
the
passion
begin
Behind
the
repair
is
a
soul
that
refuses
to
quit
Look
at
the
fire,
look
at
the
spark
you’
ve
lit
Aweh,
you’
re
building
up,
you’
re
steady
and
you’
re
strong
This
is
the
anthem
where
the
dreamers
belong
So
let
the
rhythm
pulse,
let
the
log
drums
play
For
the
man
in
the
garage
lighting
up
the
day
Gas
Ibex,
you’
re
the
legend,
you’
re
the
guiding
hand
The
finest
mechanic
in
all
of
the
land
I
see
the
late
nights,
I
see
the
heavy
cost
But
nothing
in
your
vision
is
ever
truly
lost
Gas
Ibex,
you’
re
turning
life
around
Fixing
every
engine,
lifting
off
the
ground
They
ask
the
price,
they
ask
the
cost
They
never
see
the
hours
that
the
night
has
lost
Gas
Ibex,
a
heart
that
won't
give
in
That’
s
where
the
beauty
and
the
passion
begin
Gas
Ibex,
you’
re
the
one
Until
the
work
is
done
Sharp
sharp,
we
rising
high
Under
the
Johannesburg
sky (
Yebo,
Gas
Ibex,
we
go)