R.A.P.

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emoshaolin

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Rhythm and Poetry
Mama used to tell I was going to die being somewhere I wasn't supposed to be
We was in the store, she always tell me
Little man stay close to me
She could never live with herself
If she had to
Live with the ghost of me
And that's some rhythm and poetry
Look man I touched down in ninety-three but I keeps it a hundred
Seven always been my lucky number
Cause it always made all the difference
Rap ain't what it used to be
RAP used to be
Rhythm and Poetry
Is nobody noticing
Rap ain't what it used to be
Now we just got rhymes and percussion
In triple time with your cousin
Somebody tell me i'm bugging
Yeah, somebody tell me I'm bugging
Who you know from the nineties that still rep like this
Who you know from your hood that run up a cheque like this
Who rock a cemetery fit, be fresh to death like this
And disregard the disrespect like this
I'm really bringing it back man
This the boom bapping
Hit you with a backhand
Broken heart, dark knight, late 20s
Call me Great Depression Batman
For the one time
Spit another classic
Disassemble the microphone and get to spazzing
My brain a little faster than ya average, drastic
All facts it's all smack talk
But talk back if you clapping
With lyrical gats no cap
That's the way I be rappin
Blasting off like Team Rocket in a basket
Blasting off again ass dude
Master, bastard, goth, opinionated
Slashing off a head ass dude
Typically despicable, get the stick if he
Get to tripping off the bills past due
Seen your ass in public and probably won't speak ass dude
And if he fast he can probably
Sneak past you
And he spaz too
His lyrics like the product
He get in your head like V Sassoon
He never had a pops so bastard never had to deal with "be back soon" and
Jimmy crack corn and D crack tunes
I seen
Dope dealers get shot
Eighth graders with glocks
Raised up with no pops
Eighth stuffed in my sock
Steady busting it til somebody cousin get shot
All of this for a rock or he get killed by the cops
Somebody please tell me when does it stop
Cause that's hiphop
But Rap aint what it used to be
RAP used to be
Rhythm and Poetry
Is nobody noticing
Rap aint what it used to be
Now it's just rhymes and percussion
Triple time with your cousin
Somebody tell me I'm bugging
Rap ain't what it used to be
Listen up man
This is How to Write a Lucrative Essay
News Flash, I'm showing you
How to Make the Paper
Like the Front Page
The Type of knowledge make a man
Modify his attitude
If he a Chump, this instruction will make a Chump Change
Yeah you really like to talk the gunplay
Til your son play
In the street upon a Sunday
And one done run up in son brain
He don't live to see Monday
Mundane, that's what you seem to take for granted
The damage, panic
Pop a Xanax, get manic
Find your mans, get blamming
Can't stand the message to my people is
"Be felons or gangbang" either way
At the end of the day it's the same thing
Get popped or get chain ganged
You thinking you solid til you get robbed cause your chain hang
Only reason he robbing and slang caine is to maintain
Got sisters that's mothers
With daughters no fathers
That can't change
The cycle
My brother's in prison
Or dead beat
Or dead broke
Or dead ops
Gone get smoke
Cause bro only concerned with them dead folks
And put that on dead bro
Cause he heard a rapper say
A Nigga touch my chain and I'm going to let that thing blow
Let that thing go
Can't outrun a gun if you was in
The same boat as Usain Bolt
Why he got a gun if he tough though
Why my brothers got to be the ones that I both bust at and bust fo'
Why it ain't no songs about killing some crackers
Why the f*ck Rosa ain't
Shoot that cracker on that bus for
Laid him out then kicked him out the bus door
Why she ain't just drag him to the drug store
Then douse him in some alcohol til his mother fucking lungs are sore
Then burn that fucking racist
If black lives matter why Niggas got to die in a song
Just to make it on your playlist
While I'm here in this position reminiscing
Let me say this
Rap ain't what it used to be
RAP used to be
Rhythm and Poetry
Is nobody noticing that
Rap ain't what it used to be
Now it's just rhymes and percussion
Triple time with your cousin
Somebody tell me I'm bugging
Cause rap ain't what it used to be
It's just hiphop
Make this shit stop

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