The Preface ft. Various Lyrics

Hey what's up? You've reached the mailbox of Victor. I'm not in right now but you can leave a message and I'll get back to you as soon as I listen to it. Thank you.

And then I looked you up and I found you on Facebook and I was like, this person is awesome. He makes amazing music and I became, like, obsessive about your notes Because your writing is pretty awesome and I respect that in so many ways and I'm so awed by it and people don't understand that I've printed out some of your wallposts And like some of your tweets like they're

I say what's good

I say what's good

The Preface

I came from the bottom

Nah for real, the bottom

So much so a little progress makes the hood think I forgot 'em

They see you on the scene and instantly think you changed

Bus conductors look at you strange when you ask for change

Like

Ain't you that guy from that song claiming King

Like where's your wrist, where's your bling

You hollad money ain't a thing

If you don't buy him bottles you couldn't do a bigger wrong

Same dudes ask for a link to download a nigga's song

So where's the money coming from

We're both tryna get it

You tryna get it for free when you get it from me

What you ain't getting to see

Is you're killing the art

I mean just look at all the whack songs that fill up the charts

I say what's up

A person that's not afraid to be himself

Hey yo wagwan, its Musquash Musie D

There is so much I would love to say about my friend K.R.Y.T.I.C

Yo shout out to my man K.R.Y.T.I.C, the whole two and one set, so good

All round entertainer

Out of this world

T.I.C's the best man

And I'm so proud of everything he has achieved in the past few years

Yo Tic-Tic, what's good? It's your boy Coin-Coin

Love you Ticka-Boo

I got something

First rapper out my city in the Hype Mag

That was way before brand endorsements and hashtags

Skipped so many lectures for the mic game

Had to keep a cold heart, level head and ice veins

And to anyone that sat down and tried to doubt him

I was touring the country 'fore my first album

I show with Professor 'for my first vid

Funny how my mother's friends called me her worst kid

What's up

Shout out to my hommie K.R.Y.T.I.C, I know that, umm, we go back like way back

What up man? It's your boy Peezy, ummm, I think K.R.Y.T.I.C is the most intelligent rapper around

K.R.Y.T.I.C is the dopest, the illest

The man who never let Daddy Zemus down

It's your boy Ish1 RnB and Soul artist

Hey this is DJ Naida all the way from Zimbabwe

Kopala all the way

Look

I tailor swift, no Kanye

Nah I mean I put together the fabrics of music to make a bomb play

Since the world took my dad away

I kept it moving you can hardly name a weekend that I ever sat a day

Lazy kid but really it stops

I been rapping since my father called our TV the idiot box

Since my mother called the industry the root of all evil

This is best before forever and I did it for the people

What's up

I once thought to myself why rap in a country where nobody actually does real hip hop

K.R.Y.T.I.C nimbama

I listened to this guy one time and I just went…wow

I wanna sent a shout out to my boy K.R.Y.T.I.C, Zambian hip hop

You inspired me to rap. K.R.Y.T.I.C to me is in one word, brilliant

Daisy here, all the way in South Africa. Just wanted to say K.R.Y.T.I.C is, was and always will be ahead of his time