A.z.DANDI - Son of The Music (Hip Hop) lyrics

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 Outro: I am the son of the music