Music 2nd

[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