Yeah, ayo

So, now I feel like these rappers ain’t doing justice to Hip-Hop
Not even sure if I should call ‘em “rappers” with autotuned songs,
No verses in songs, no content, it’s wrong; they just put a hook on,
They just tryna catch them fools who gon’ vibe with that trash music
Why do we tolerate such disgrace to music!?
I’m sick and tired of hearing all these people
I just wanna hear rap with message, uplifting the people
Like how I did on “Back Again”, “Dream Chaser”,
“Forever Speeder, the Volume 2”, giving you the facts, period
And I don’t mean the back to school with them timetables
Like a desk with them eyes when it’s watching you
Spitting all these metaphors and similes and I just never mind a chorus
More than 50% of my songs never had a chorus
Because I hate doing them catchy things, I’m not a fisherman
That shit is for the seamen, it’s nasty, tryna catch these eggs, make a baby
I’m back from the writer’s block and my shit is crazy
I wasn’t really faced with that, man, I wrote Daily!
The Sun; feeling like I’m from the garden in the summertime,
So, I rose early ‘cause I know my roots
Even if I didn’t win, but if I put so much effort, then I respect the loss,
Because it’s nothing new
It’s not the end of the world, it’s always light at the end of the tunnel
Study all your mistakes and filter them with a funnel
And then you never repeat em, nah.
Yeah, Speeder Razor, I’m still here
I like this part of the song, it’s where you hear me clear
“Born and Raised in Zastron”,
I started back with “Forever Speeder Vol. 1” – I’ve been a Nuclear
With my lips giving beats a Kiss of Death when I... (Like Jadakiss)
Kill, kill, kill, When I kill, kill, kill

Yeah, you feel growth in my lyrics, like streaking out a loopful in a petri dish,
I’m going slow with these lyrics, accurate perfection
Don’t poach, we don’t need a baby, so we use protection
Education is a key; I really do respect that
And the song I made for Education; don’t regret that
That was me and that was my state of mind at that time
And when I feel like that again, I’m listening to it one more time
This is the food for the mind
This one is healthy, never compare it to the fries
And nowadays, we’re using all the phones, we don’t write
We type, I didn’t have no pen but it’s (W)right
I’m not Dizzy, man, I see clearly with my eyes,
These rappers spitting nonsense because they’re always high
I feel like some South African rappers are the soldiers who copy from abroad
That’s why I never listen to their songs, man, I’m bored
So please excuse me because it’s not local anymore, tell me if I’m wrong
I rather listen forever to Underground Hip Hop
And now I hope you understand the type of shit I’m on
That’s why I do these types of songs with these instrumentals
Feeling like a Psychologist, these people must be mental
Never call your shit a freestyle if you’re rapping A Capella
But you’re sounding like they’re playing instrumentals, nah.

Check, Speeder Razor, I’m still here
“F.S. Volume 2” got me reflecting on my life like I do against the mirror
When I see the same man there
Spilling over my pain on these beats like the blood shed
I’m so overprotective of my family, like they’re the eyes and I’m the tears
Or maybe they be the brains and I’m the skull,
So, I really care; that’s the job of a man
I love my mother, my brothers, my granny – all of them
I should be always saying that on each record I make
So that whenever listening back, I be feeling okay,
Knowing that I never forget my family, through the happiness and pain
Feeling like I’m Pac, praying for Better Days
And ever since Biggie and he died, there’s only few rappers who making real music,
Including yours truly
As a mixtape artist, I’m an inspiration
To other people who get the meaning of my songs, nigga, hopefully
Speeder Razor, the motivation
The young man from Zastron with a very big vision
Cause even if I’m looking at you, I be still dreaming
Closing my eyes, on my eye lids I see visions
Since I was born up on this Earth, I’ve been a man on a Mission
My shit is Possible, no Tom Cruise, no televisions
Man, I’m never acting up, in this place, I know the role I play
I’m never like these fuck boys I didn’t grow that way
I was raised right, no pants below my ass
And don’t sag it, don’t smoke with any fucking friends
Like a teacher who don’t want you in front of his house,
Can everybody just pass, ‘cause I don’t want your remarks!

So, you better zip your mouth up and listen to this
So lyrical, that if I put a chorus in this shit,
It’s the food for the soul, the food for the mind, the food for your life
The shit Hip-Hop needs this to survive
Look, that’s why I feed Hip-Hop this kind of Rap shit
Forever Speeder since 2014 in this shit
With the food for the soul, the food for mind, food for your life
The shit Hip-Hop needs to survive, yeah

Razor
Yeah, I hope you see that