The name’s Danny Archer, I hide my stones in a goat.

I call my nigga’s caffa’s and they grab me by the throat.

I rescue little caffa kids from drugs before they get hooked

Because you know I liked to get kissed, before I get fucked.

South African pride here, here to sell you stones

Don’t care whether you die or end up a pile of bones.

Demanding deals from RUF forces.

Gettin’ used up in Africa like race horses.

Was a child soldier, best in Rhodesia.

Sold guns, rocks, the substance, giving you seizures.

Watch out because I’m from Rhodesia ey?

And I hope you got money for these diamonds ‘cause i’m expecting pay.

Ran across Africa, the land made of mud,

Soil stained red from ancestor blood.

Colonel Coetzee was my mentor, taught me everything I know,

‘till he double-crossed me and I ended his show.

Helpin’ a fisherman, running from the RUF

Got stones in my pocket and there’s guns goin’ off.

Was a proper player bru, till I got shot in the liver.

Died on a rock with a lovely view of the river.

I get my piece from a bartender ‘cause I’m crazy as shit,

 but I’m not the one digging stones up from a pit.

 My fisherman friend is going back to get his seed,

but I came here to kill some caffa’s and watch black skinners bleed.

In the back seat of a jeep here, we’re tryin’a lay low,

 But there’s some little pussy kids ahead blocking the road,

We need the pedal to the metal and get some speed on this truck,

 but my driver pulled up and spoke to them and ended up getting fucked.

Caught trying to sneak into Liberia,

Security whiter and tighter than in Siberia.

Watching kids get amputated, that’s Solomon Vandy,

 pulled a cheeky one, “Them machetes seem handy”

News from the world, conflict diamonds not being bought,

 being dug up from mud and not being sought,

 thinking of taking life easy, fancy a stop.

Getting sick of working for ol’ Van De Kaap.

I’m working for some fucker who played David Frost,

Well this ain’t Nixon baby it’s Danny Archer, ‘sup boss.

He makes his money from Africa, making blood diamonds bought,

Yet my man here Solomon takes his old ass to court.

Solomon the valet here and I’ll carry your bags,

They say you go from rags to riches but I’m hiding stones in my ass.

It was only in prison when ol’ Kony got wise.

But I took his old ass down ‘cause I have both of my eyes.