Performed by BuBs and Kid Vic over the Waves instrumental, originally performed by Joey Badass. Lyrics attached below.

Lyrics

Kid Vic:
Since '06, just been Mama and Vic/
Pops was sick, so got lost in pop and drum kicks
Lost myself in the music: no drugs, but was abusing acoustics/
Talented, Mama told me "use it or lose it"
And even though I was foolish and stupid/
My mission to listen to God say I can do this
This being whatever, and whether
Under the weather or not
Inflicted with chicken pox, Vic is sick
And hot like chicken pot on the stove
Dreams of meeting Hov
Or chilling' in the kitchen with Clinton
Reminiscin' 'bout smokin' reefer with Madiba
i.e I dream of being a leader
A bigger and better Bieber: also a little blacker
A writer-politician cum rapper
Scandalous like a used politician's cum-wrapper
Cue the laughter: sex is always a factor
Humour Childish, but no Gambino
Black but my soul pure-white like albino
Stuck in cerebral maze, dazed for days
Filled with angst of teenage
My vision fades into a haze of rage
I am Hip-Hop's plague
I eat crop MCs like a locust
But first let me meditate and focus
'Til I find my thought's locus
And 'til the day it I finally locate
I'm mutant ninja moving at slow pace
Reverting back to old ways
Listen to Coldplay on cold days
I jostle for position and find no space
So I turn about face
Sit, take a hit and let the vinyl rotate
But it's far from over/
For there's blood under surface like haematoma
Just waiting to be shed/
But unlike virgin on bed, I'm proud to have bled
More like soldier for cause/
But of course, on seeing my life's source
They scream, seeing I bleed green/
Suddenly, so weak at knees
They seem to be in awe/
It's getting fishy as they clamour for more
But in my anarchy, this malarkey I abhor/
I'm too busy making waves everyday
Like barbershop cornerstore, or dressed in fake Dior/
Play tapes this MCs make and snore
And as I the rebel continue to revel in reveries/
I dream of money trees.
Not for me but for the people/
So men and women are livin as they were born -- equal
Rid of fakeness, prospering in the matrix/
Stuntin like Knievel, finally free of Evil.
And as the lens shuts, my boy Bubs comes through with the sequel.

BuBs:
(Lethal) and bad to the bizzle
In his Converse kicks and kicks it like rizzle
On any verse, all about the words like ruzzle
Preaching 'bout the struggle, success, the sex and hustle.  
For real, get the rizzla I be on a roll.
Rapping all these fat flows like they got rolls,
Word play scrabble tryna understand my role,
Play my part with this art tryna touch your heart and soul
Won't stop 'til I buy my mommy a crib
As a token of grat for everything that she did,
As a single parent, no dad raised to be coherent.
Learnt myself a message now I want the next to hear it
Uh, so I'll wear my hoodie when you put your cape on, 
Cause our hero wasn't Clark man our hero's name was Trayvon.
And I'll ignore your stares as this music blares,
And let you try kill me for what I wear or cause my skin ain't fair,
Shit ain't fair.

BuBs x Kid Vic - Waves (freestyle)

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BuBs x Kid Vic - Waves (freestyle)

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