Music Is My Passion

Hook
Music‘s my passion baby, the passion’s the music daily, I’m living this life that I live – ain’t nobody understand me/ x 2

Verse 1
Music’s my Passion, I’m blasting and I’m everlasting, I’m laughing at Cats that they’re calling Legends, albums they’re calling Classic/
I put 100 in every session, there’s no relation, cats who lack that vision, no precision – there’s no debating/
Music’s my therapy, It’s like a melody that heals souls for the better G, so pick yours from a better tree/
I’m deep rooted, grew fruit from a better seed and if they’re lacking rules, they lack tools to ascend to kings/
I’m in the driver’s seat, Hip Hop’s my fuel so I write tracks to rewind the beat – past likes and I’m past defeat/
You wanna spit jewels, with a big dude you need to step shoes even cast the feet – man they lack depth never half as deep/
See subzero is my temperature, sit down you need to take notes from this lecture son/
So never disrespect a veteran, you can go around the whole globe in the best shoes but you never had a better run/

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Verse 2
They say that I’m a better poet than a Rapper, means that I’m a better Floyd than Pacquiao/
Its Big Hols Homie I’m never backing down, cause to your jabs all I give is laughter/
Cause in my sleep I’d write a better chapter, with no support I got a better back bra, I’m in the future all you dudes is backward/
Listen – said I’m a better poet than a Rapper, meaning that Shakespeare would never last son but I would shake 10 spears and build a better cast son/
A Bantu clan like it was London’s, Lusaka’s my City also my class, who run it? /
The Corporates or Rap crews, the sinners without rules, the dealers in town or the killers with glass tools/
Who run it? When the Soul is loaded with gloaters, whose tone is potent to order, I call it slaughter I cook - never cut beef/

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Verse 3
Started with Versatile, with the Homie Pope was 05 or 06 I slow drive an 06/
Rocked your block with the Elevated Xylem, its 2017 and the kid is still a problem/
Scratched on Urban central, spat on instrumentals, Fanatik of Hip Hop expressed till defense gone/
A Jayman with the future flavas, little did they know that these were future flavors/
Diamond chain crew they brought that competition, Zambian Hip Hop its lacks with repetition/
The Question they ask, where’s the Zone Fam kid, there’s never been an album like the Zone Fam Biz/
It was a dream cause now I’m walking on the moon and when you meet me at the Crossroads Contolola this tune/
What’s happening? We want the best here, give us real bars so they can get drunk on your punchlines/

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