Old Kaapie

Ganja beats why did you do this
Ygen
Ah

[Verse 1]
Do I look like I’m a criminal
Just because I’m wearing different clothes
Stereotypes make it difficult, I thought society was liberal
We the original and aboriginal
But what they did to us was despicable
Our ancestors probably didn’t know
They’d be killing generation indigo
But since a embryo in my mother's womb
A new release, we was coming soon
They hope I’m just another coloured bru
With no wife, kids or a honeymoon
As a Cape Coloured in South Africa, the society hopes that they collapse and don't succeed and overcome the struggle that are put out for them - they basically just want them to be another statistic as a Coloured male of South Africa that falls under gangsterism, drugs, unemployment and poverty. But YoungstaCPT believes that Cape Coloured people can succeed and surpass the boundaries that are set out by society for them to fail
This is something that you need to hear aloud
Brown mense, the world is ours
But those in power never will allow
Us to hold it coz they think we'll burn it down
Coz they know that we the flame starters
The chosen ones is who we take after
We were raised harder and we came conquered
Showed middle fingers to the slave master
Lord I pray, for all my slaves
Every word I say is like Minora blades
When I think of all of those who fought and gave their life
And aren’t even in the hall of fame
Sebago's fuck Dakota's
For my soldiers who got their throats cut
Slam dunk yeah fuck a donut
I took revenge for my oupa
Like rah…

[Chorus]
Pasop, ou kaapie
Go bos, go taartie
We rof, you thought, we stof
But kaantie
Pasop, ou kaapie
Go bos, go taartie
We rof, you thought, we stof
But kaantie

They ask me if I’m gonna change my name
When I’m older and I reach a certain age
Ou kaapie
Sharp enough to cut you when you shave
Fuck a fade, I’ma sny him with the blade
Uh ou kaapie

[Verse 2]
Sending this out to my OG’s
Who’ve blessed me but they don’t sneeze
In Hillbrow they’ve shown me
Jozi from the Goldreef
Sterk bek I used to pick a fight
I wasn’t always on the winning side
I came home with a injured eye
Now I’m skarreling with mommy’s kitchen knife
But now I’m mature, my songs are pure
Enforce the law, you horse manure
And that means that you horse kak
Wash rag, you a los lap
One skoot slat jou longs pap
I go spring bok jas
So I write my lyrics with a wrist guard
Blade bars keep the tip sharp
Naaiers on me, Campbell
So I'm rukking uit the handheld
Sorry summer’s been cancelled
CPT you can’t spell
Better learn all your acronyms
Coz I’ma push it to the maximum
I’m always putting all the passion in
No water but we tapping in
I’m a Capetownian African
Taking all new applicants
And I challenge rappers coz they mannequins
And they wanna prove that they masculine
But no bra, don’t touch, fuck Facebook, we’ll post up
Kanala bru keep your hole shut
Coz my goons get your bones crushed
Like rah…

[Chorus]
Pasop, ou kaapie
Go bos, go taartie
We rof, you thought, we stof
But kaantie
Pasop, ou kaapie
Go bos, go taartie
We rof, you thought, we stof
But kaantie

They ask me if I’m gonna change my name
When I’m older and I reach a certain age
Ou kaapie
Sharp enough to cut you when you shave
Fuck a fade, I’ma sny him with the blade
Ou kaapie

Pasop ou kaapie
Go bos, go taartie
We rof, you thought, we stof
But kaantie
Pasop ou kaapie
Go bos, go taartie
We rof, you thought, we stof
But kaantie

They ask me if I’m gonna change my name
When I’m older and I reach a certain age
Ou kaapie
Sharp enough to cut you when you shave
Fuck a fade, I’ma sny him with the blade
Ou kaapie
Ou kaapie
Ou kaapie
Ou kaapie
Ou kaapie
Ou kaapie
Ou kaapie
Ou kaapie

[Outro]
I've heard this many times
Ou Shaak you taking it too personal
I say fuck you man tell me take it personal
It's your fucking business, this is me