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hip hop, bad news, crazy asian rap, asian rap
This aint a band just me trying to make music. Just started
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #5,361
Peak in subgenre #3,043
Author
Bad News
Rights
2004
Uploaded
January 07, 2005
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.1 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
Verse 1
I know surely I’ve done poorly in poetry
Until Jimmy handed me the mic and showed to me
To release and let it flow you see
And now am at this show letting it go slowly
Some of you maybe know me and others told me
That my flows are old but really inside
I inspire them but they try to hide
Because at night inside their walls they cry
I done worst than mortified their sense of pride
They spend all their time asking why
So they answer what am acquiring with inquiries
When I die maybe ill write a diary
How I cry to sleep
All this drama has tired me
Of doing what I don’t do and tried to be
What am not now I found what’s comprised in me
Suprisingly it wasnt a surprise to me
Of how or why I got my vive to strive and sing
I think rap is providing me a reason why am alive
I just don’t get why they wont toast to me
Hopefully my hope of glory aint a boast for me
All this attention left my consciousness in suspension
This apprehension so clap for me at the end of this sentence
Hook 2X
Tired of coming home to nonsense
Done nothing wrong but always questioned my conscience
Am manh since asked for opinions but always get comments
When am on it am hook like hook on phonics
Before I pour my
Poor mind
Into more lines
Let me get a bravo
Also, let me get some bras thrown
For raps Picasso
It is not no
lotto, for those snot nosed
who have chose to not know
That what I use to rock shows
Was not brought home
From the hospital
It was got n' grown
By Nas taught poems
So now I kick non-stop flows
I will not stop, no
Until I am on top alone
And control Hip Hop's throne
So when I hop in the booth
It is not to talk on the phone
So walk on home
Holmes, I hear there is spot for hold
In rock n roll
So don't come to my house
Or through my door way
Because my forte
Is words that cut like sword blades
And lay out
So long, dont let the door hit ya on the way out
Hook X2
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