A Verse For Jabba Ice Prince

I had to write a verse for Jabba
A lot of yungins never met the father
Of African rap, a triple OG swagga
A pantsula, a punchline dracula
Taught me how to speak Tswana
But still keep it mad cooler
The HH, mentioned among a couple greats
God with the flow, MC Hip Hop conglomerate
Never did the regular shit
And when you down
He be down to call your cellular quick
I'm six hours far away
But he'll be down to drop you a text
And talk about my success
Like I was killing the blessed
And he would talk about how he wish we could get together
Until we shake the motherland and make this Africa strong
2013 back in Lagos
We had a concert for the fans and the neighbours
Jabba came through smooth with the flavours
Standing ovation from the ballers and players
'Cause you know what he gave us, real energy
Man, I see Legende like a medley
Lagos boys they gon' order for more Hennesy
I hear the whispers through the crowds
My people be looking proud
Like the South African fat nigga is a dope and a bad, nigga
Flows on the stands, nigga
African dance, nigga
Dreams come true I had live on my stage
Somethings we can't forget untill the last of our days
Jabba!
Talking about the real Jabba!
Hip Hop Pantsula, big hommie, Jabba!
I see you popping over there big dog!
Ja, Ja, Ja, Jabba!
HHP, bless up!
Lot of things you taught me, bro! (Respect!)