Lyrics Give It Up - Draztik, Whosane, Youngsta CPT

Give It Up

Give it up
Give it up
Give it up
Give it up
Give it up (Give it up, give it up)
Give it up (Give it up, give it up)
(You know who this is bra?! Kaapstaad Naaier)
The Y generation is in high recommendation
And you can call this verse mouth to mic resuscitation
'Cause me and hip hop are like this deadly combination
I’m Young CPT you just be whatever your name is
I leave them in astonishment, that’s why I get the compliments
I come from Cape Town, that’s like a whole other continent
The penta power, I’m coloured but I’m mad black
You rap whack, I put your whole team inside my backpack
The top ranked general, rapping in whatever style
I’m sicker but I’m better now
This is our era now
But I remember back when rappers had content
But now they wanna hang ten to get a better accent
There’s no problem with me, just kill a verse properly
Every chord of speech much be released with quality
Most of these rappers are depending on technology
They tagging me in downloads like
«Youngin please follow me»
I’m Sean Connery, 009 in the heart
It’s like rhyming with class
I feel like I need a bath
Because my hand in the dirt
And now I’m slapping the nurse
Kidnap your baby at birth, while you were there unalert
I make noise when I rap like a Nigerian church
And if you play one of my mixtapes, the CD will burst
Man fuck the present president, we need a re-election
This ain’t even my best verse, I’m just experimenting ha
Give it up (Give it up, give it up)
Give it up (Give it up, give it up)
Give it up (Give it up, give it up)
Give it up (Give it up, give it up)
It’s like
Oh lord how to begin this
Good heavens, all the Gods is in attendance
I am with an army loaded with lyrical fitness
So this Sharpville massacre gon need a witness
Call up Mr Delivery with the quickness
They put us in a pot and food for thought is how we dish this
Today’s special is rare beef with the redness
But sadly we out of corniness for all you chickens
Oh lord I am vicious
Feeling myself like this verse was my dick pic
Tellin' all these pussycat dolls they can get this
Right after I drop a little pause for their bitch fits
I am so disgusted by their penman-
Ship always sailing away into the distance
They floating and riding a sea of existence
Hoping I don’t cause a brainstorm with my thinking
But oh lord I’m invested
In paying off SARS with the songs that I’ve scripted
Breaking off moms with the door so she looks good
And making sure pops' restaurant got a cook book
The point I’m tryna make is you should get shook
Fuck around and catch a stray, who you next to?
My bars too mean for my good looks
So take a good look and try staying in my good books, one
Give it up (Give it up, give it up)
Give it up (Give it up, give it up)
Give it up (Give it up, give it up)
Give it up (Give it up, give it up)
Right at the bottom of a dark place
Flow so dope it’s like I’m moving a Caucasian
Rappers don’t say shit, their hits so spacious
We down to earth, with sharp minds and dark faces
I’m a dapper don, these hoes try and tag along
Well endowed, they try to touch this
That’s how they tag along
Fuck this rap shit, you ain’t gotta rap along
Been spit dope but watch cats blow with whacker songs
Don’t come back to you, it’s half the truth
You don’t say much, I could get more out of a statue
You a poser though, watching me snap through
Bars, shake cars, I’m a quake with a high magnitude
I woke up this morning but I’m still dreaming
Sick flows I think my daughter the only reason I’m still breathing
The rat race, this industry’s what I’m deep in
Knees like, the game pussy, I bring semen
Better yet, tell me if you dudes settled yet
Or will it take your girl catching balls like Petr Cech?
Better cancel that bitch like nino
Shotgun, tongue hanging out the El Camino
Shout out to Slick Rick, shout out to Cold Crush
Yeah, I’m a diamond that they digging, Angola
So clutch, never let a chick go Dutch
Been out here putting in work, nigga there’s no rush
Give it up (Give it up, give it up)
Give it up (Give it up, give it up)
Give it up (Give it up, give it up)
Give it up (Give it up, give it up)
Deflame both ears, I’m sharper than go sheer
A sheet with a severed throat, a crook with no tears
So why cry severed ties with lame niggas?
That’s hypocritical like Pilgrim’s on Thanksgiving
I can see your game limping but claim you straight pimping
Thank, God you’re alive bt inside you hate living
I’m surprised you survived to be a disgraced gimmick
You fell around town but died with your cake missing
You a bitch nigga suffering bitch nigga conundrums
I hope I don’t become one when youngins calling me son-son
If I do, please quarantine me to the dungeon
And play Hyphy music until it become function
We are now living in the age of the virus
Airborne inoculation, penetrate your sinus
Everything is parallel so open up your iris
We in a mass manipulation, call a refugee a migrant
They don’t want jobs I see their work as survival
Their alternative to die in this political Asylum
So they overload a life boat, looking for an island
Irony is they’re alone looking like an island
I’m Somalian from Hargeisa to
A Muslim nigga from Brooklyn growing up in the PJs
Epitomise and African American
My nine milli speaks Zulu and Swahili
Give it up (Give it up, give it up)
Give it up (Give it up, give it up)
Give it up (Give it up, give it up)
Give it up (Give it up, give it up)