Music 2nd

Lyrics

[Verse] So Maloon told me to tell you this is not a real song again Maloon the Boom played the beat for me to rap on I was gonna stop but then he told me, Youngsta rap on Continuation lyrics cause I had more to add on So get ready for a bumpy ride you better hang on You got no leg to stand on but you talking like a expert Every year that goes by commercial music gets worse Dickie shorts on and my Jordan 14's walk around the cape Bubble boy in a force field This is a life I could've never foreseen The Y?Gen concept bra that was all me So I uppercut left hook hit them all in their poes Critical no mommy's paying doctor bills Paging Dr. Phil the front desk needs you Vetkoek Paleis is the place where we eat food Either that or I'm at Cozy Corner Walk in and the staff, they already know my order Because I'm a loyal customer, Kaapstad hustler Taking pics in Wynberg they posting it on Tumblr But I'm not even on that, working in a hard hat Call me Bob the Builder I was grinding on the tarmac Spitting long verser shout out my dog Ernest We came from a place where they said we are worthless Now I'm spitting flames rhymes hotter than a furnace All these clowns lame they belong up in the circus When I walk into the venue people get nervous Crab mentality motherfucking hermit but none of my business Because I'm not concerned with kermits Sold CD's on the street and I didn't have a permit Targeting the children like a pedophile pervert The book of life is open and I'm trying hard to learn it Lamming at my joint listening to Eric Sermon The quest to make classic music will forever be eternal Spread love, spread love With the music, spread love Spread love, spread love With the music