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)

(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)