The King of Kopala (A Tribute to Dandy Krazy)
Oh King, oh King, how your name echoes still, From the Copperbelt mines to every hill. You came to me, a soul so frail, With dreams so big, destined to prevail. “I love you, Mummy” was more than a song, It healed hearts and made the weak strong. From “Chimutunta” to “Nakapeza,” your art spoke,
A creative genius, your words broke the yoke. You called me Ba Yoka, gave me a crown, Lifted Dangerzone Studios, never let us down. You birthed “Jerabos,” “Kopala,” and pride, Energized the nation, your light never died. Oh, the roads we traveled, the struggles we shared.
Through breakdowns and triumphs, you always cared. From bushy nights to grand foreign stages, We lived through stories that fill countless pages. Even when the label faltered and fell, You carried me forward, your spirit so well.
Made me your manager, your anchor, your guide, Through your stormy downfall, I stayed by your side. And now, my brother, the world stands still, Your funeral a testimony of your iron will. Haters, rivals, family, and friends, All united in peace as your reign ascends.
To Helen, your queen, and your children so dear, Know that his legacy will always be near. To Madam Gloria, Massaj, and all who gave, You honored the King, his spirit you saved. Oh Dandy, oh King, your prophecy rings true, You reign in hearts, Kopala sings for you.
YOKA LEKEFYOOOO, I hear you say, As we bid farewell on this solemn day. In every beat, in every rhyme, Your soul will live beyond time. Rest, my brother, your legacy stays,
A King forever, in countless ways.