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the holstar - music is my passion lyrics

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music‘s my p-ssion baby, the p-ssion’s the music daily, i’m living this life that i live – ain’t n0body understand me/ x 2

verse 1
music’s my p-ssion, i’m blasting and i’m everlasting, i’m laughing at cats that they’re calling legends, albums they’re calling cl-ssic/
i put 100 in every session, there’s no relation, cats who lack that vision, no precision – there’s no debating/
music’s my therapy, it’s like a melody that heals souls for the better g, so pick yours from a better tree/
i’m deep rooted, grew fruit from a better seed and if they’re lacking rules, they lack tools to ascend to kings/
i’m in the driver’s seat, hip hop’s my fuel so i write tracks to rewind the beat – past likes and i’m past defeat/
you wanna spit jewels, with a big dude you need to step shoes even cast the feet – man they lack depth never half as deep/
see subzero is my temperature, sit down you need to take notes from this lecture son/
so never disrespect a veteran, you can go around the whole globe in the best shoes but you never had a better run/

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verse 2
they say that i’m a better poet than a rapper, means that i’m a better floyd than pacquiao/
its big hols homie i’m never backing down, cause to your jabs all i give is laughter/
cause in my sleep i’d write a better chapter, with no support i got a better back bra, i’m in the future all you dudes is backward/
listen – said i’m a better poet than a rapper, meaning that shakespeare would never last son but i would shake 10 spears and build a better cast son/
a bantu clan like it was london’s, lusaka’s my city also my cl-ss, who run it? /
the corporates or rap crews, the sinners without rules, the dealers in town or the k!llers with gl-ss tools/
who run it? when the soul is loaded with gloaters, whose tone is potent to order, i call it slaughter i cook – never cut beef/

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verse 3
started with versatile, with the homie pope was 05 or 06 i slow drive an 06/
rocked your block with the elevated xylem, its 2017 and the kid is still a problem/
scratched on urban central, spat on instrumentals, fanatik of hip hop expressed till defense gone/
a jayman with the future flavas, little did they know that these were future flavors/
diamond chain crew they brought that compet-tion, zambian hip hop its lacks with repet-tion/
the question they ask, where’s the zone fam kid, there’s never been an album like the zone fam biz/
it was a dream cause now i’m walking on the moon and when you meet me at the crossroads contolola this tune/
what’s happening? we want the best here, give us real bars so they can get drunk on your punchlines/

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