I'm a part of the future cause i ain't no ignorant
Carrying knowledge on my shoulders
You just a job applicant
White dudes got phobia from africans
To all my white american friends, no offense
I know some of y'all got respect
My music is what you shouldn't neglect
One day in the morning i met one of my chicks
She told me, your music gets me wet
The same day at night
She was rapping my raps while we were laying on the bed
Smooth, is how i go
I'm so funny to the extent that i play with my flow
And am so busy, i can't even find time for some hoes
So go tell other people your stupid jokes
I'm here grinding, designing my vision
You here lying, dying to be mentioned
See, if both of us get in the same booth
In my side, you will see satan's sons
Flying around with parachutes
Can you speak the truth ? can you speak it ?
Can you tell who got bars that burn like hell ?
Can you tell who knows how to inhale ?
Can you tell who got hip hop feeling well ?
Now, can you deny the lie
That got the peace turn to pieces
Speaking of pieces, feelings are splitting
So i'm fighting, trying to let the peace in
Hate rappers are freaking
Cause this like a rap battle
But its only me who raps, i rape y'all
I'm on some prostitute
When it comes to hoods, that's my attitude
I seen enough from you to not like you
So why the f** should i lie to you?
You now how i roll
Honesty and modesty and loyalty
Pardon me for my long a** speech
It's cause you n***as are weak
And why the f** you're asking me to behave politely
When you tell other people you wish to fight me
Nonsense is what comes from your mouth
So imma fix this sh** up, and let the talk out
n***a get the f** out
You talking punchlines? boy i punch rhymes
I learned how to act cool
So when hard times pa** by
I don't loose my mood
Sending goons just to let other n***as
Know we are coming soon
Hot box with my bros
Each one of us holding his own
Singing along, probably with one of my songs
And if i ever go wrong
At least two of them be like, yo bro hold on
Damn homie, you ain't got homies like my homies
Damn homie, all i see with you are bunch of phonies
Damn homie x3
If you are a real music head
You will notice that i slowed the rhythm
Cause i'm getting ready for singing
Boy imma rapper but i cross the limits
I just force my spirit
Cause I'm the son of the music
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I am the son of the music