Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Give It Up, artist - Draztik
Date of issue: 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) |