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Studio Gangster
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Or 'Schtudio Gangsta!' usin' schlan'. I guess I need to keep my title's 'clean' from'rat shit 'tho, thanks to 'plain's! ENJOY, 'tho! OleManiaC tries to be GANGSTER... or if that doesn't work out, then other gangster's have atleast been ridiculed!
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O to the M.
M. to the R.
Myself in a Nutshell!
Tue Jul 04, 2006
HipHop : Alternative Hip Hop
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About the song
Well, you could say I was an "isolated mobster".
Meheheheheh. Shootin' peep's from my studio usin' my mic...or bein' bitter behind a producin' board lamentin' on're disability to be physically fit as other's to be a REAL gangster.
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Verse 1
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People call me a studio gangster but really
I am more of a prankster who call people on the phones
or throw me at the fangster of a pick-up, yeah I know it's silly
But the other day I harassed ms. Jones
I rang her door bell and ran around the building
There I ran into mr. Jones and he beat me into a blood pool, yo
So now I only sit and scratch my armpit in the studio
Actin' like a gangsta', rappin' on the mic, talkin' bout my thing
But really I'm not that so f***in' tough I'mma also about to sing!

So to you kids, don't try this at home!

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Verse 2 (Part 1, continued in Verse "3" which is really a part of this verse, only made independantly 'cuz the sound editor was bi***y on verse length's!)

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Don't try this at home
I'm not kiddin' baby, lemme tell you a story of my life
A time I was lonesome
And there was lotta strife
I went to the U.S. to sell my rap
Then I figger'd after the rejection trap
I had a interjection of a materialist-culture crap
based on a social construction called the American Dream
So it would seem, but it was merely a nightmare of Gold and Green Forests
Six inches below my broken dream rests, in review
I was like a sand-man sellin' it in f***in' Sahara
I might've just aswell market norwegian hip hop in America under the name Tommy T. O'Hara!

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Verse 3 (Really verse 2 (Part 2) only glued togheter)
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O.G. Original Gangster sounds like a song I once heard
I think it was on MtV - Was it Beavis and Butthead?
Was it Heave, Kiss or Braindead? Some guy with a beard?
Maybe it was Offspring with Original Prankster
I guess I'm not 'sactly O.S. more like N.S.
And then I don't mean national-socialistic
but kinda more like New School even'tho I rep the Old School
Even'tho veteran's from those days say: "Man, this new kid is sick."
I still try to keep down the nostalgic chill
And anyone who disagrees gets stucked on a stick
Then steaked in a moderate temperature on my one-use grill
And if there's any expenses in the cooking time
I'll send the f***in' bill's to your family and expect more than a dime

(Planned to have a verse 4 but the song became too f***in' long so MEH! FAKK ALL O'Y'ALL bi-ATCHES!)