Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Give It Up , by - DraztikRelease date: 25.08.2016
Song language: English
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) |