 Yes, yes, yes, it's a fun time in studio the DJ doesn't want to stop the music that's how you know it's a fun time. On April of Thursday, why in the morning, hashtag is why in the morning on Y2P4 channel on Twitter, Y2P4 underscore channel on Instagram, Y2P4 on Facebook or you can hit me up directly at it's very most. So it's about that time we're about to experience the bar featuring Traboli assisted by our main DJ himself but before we talk to the DJ and Traboli gets to take this to the roof. We have the last bar for you to rate. All right so you can read it out loud baby. This is a Tanzanian MC. Maybe you can rate it. Wow, it's kind of funny though. And it sounds good as well. Yeah, it has a nice flow. Maybe an 8 also. An 8? This is a singer. This is my diamond. It's called Fresh, Fresh the remix if you know the song. So Octo Pizzo gets a 6 out of 10. Wangeshi gets an 8. Kevo Kefos truly rigged your elections because we gave him the name before he got a 9 out of 10. Shibudi Shibudi got an 8 out of 10. This is rate the bar with Traboli on hip-hop Thursday on Y in the morning. We're about to experience bars from Traboli as well but before that, our DJ. I appreciate it. Thank you. Play K.E. Music brother. As a DJ, you'll play your role and push the music. Social media is a part of it. This is the DJ across all platforms. Alright, Raji's the DJ across all platforms. We've come to the end of hip-hop Thursday. The premiere on Y in the morning. Please remember to hit us up. This is a special place in our hearts for people who send their feedback our way. So right about now, it's that time. It's time for the bar, the breakfast bar. And we have none other than Traboli taking it away assisted by DJ Raji's. I'll see you guys tomorrow on Freestyle Friday. Okay. I go by T-R-A-B-O-L-D-B-E on all social platforms. Sometimes I do spoken words. They say time is a healer but time is taking forever. It's hard to endure when they wanna end your endeavors. Sowing grains, no grin in my garden, just growing pains. Deeper than they departed but they keep throwing flames. So I built walls but the walls became crack addicts. I fill the holes but still the whole wall stares back at me. Now they can hear my vision. They can see my sound. Maybe they miss my mission but they know me now. Battles on holy ground. Remove my shoes by killing face defeat. We're not living for the now. Preparing for the same death that we try to cheat. We don't wanna know how. We don't wanna know why. We have nothing to say but always try to speak. Who pulled the wool over our eyes? We're so proud to be sheep. Promised to pie in the sky so we can take this. Nah, I see zombies alive already dead before we die. We're not born to live effort. I was born to give. So I keep rapping like every day is Christmas Eve. But don't give me that Christmas-ish. I transform behind bars like elsewhere bars in my lake. Food chain on my neck. I'm trying to find my niche. In the neck of the woods, blowing trees, waiting for my time to eat. But you bear arms every time I wear my heart or my sleeve. Then close your arms and bear arms to receive. But they tried to capture us in the nets with the lives that they weave. I started talking to the dead and found a thousand ways to live. So I've left across where they draw the line. To evolve, I need an intelligent design. And I'm told wisdom is like gifts of gold. And that's all I need to shine. Can I be the first when I'm in love with lust? Will I water down or drown in my own thirst? The frown when love is found in hope I break my own heart. But I'm at the point of no return. And going back will only make it worse. Smoking my lungs, my pupils begin to die late. Then I start thinking, maybe I'll die young. I'm the truth. Maybe I'll die young. I'm the truth. Thanks.