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R.A.P.
Rhythm. And. Poetry.
The core element to rap is a rhythmic expression of words with meaning. I like to bring that meaning back to the stage. I don't waste my breath unless it's got a purpose, albeit a simple one.
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #1,292
Peak in subgenre #105
Uploaded
December 12, 2011
Track Files
MP3
MP3 4.6 MB • 160 kbps • 4:01
Lyrics
Steppin' outta the shadows
6 Foot two, Too tall for the gallows
Too fine for the shallow girls
Wearing so much eye shadow
That they look like a racoon
Red Eyes, High as a balloon
On it's way up to the moon
Hittin' on me so soon?
Pitter Patter, doesn't matter,
You can chatter, I can shatter,
Your dreams,
You know I ain't never ever gonna be givin' you flatter
Splatter any hope
Lather it with soap
And wash it away
Like the latter was a Forest Gump's boat
You're not very attractive
slightly hyperactive
Plus your ice cream
Gave me too much lactic acid.
But since you keep on askin'
I'll start multi-taskin'
And I guess I'll let you date me
Because I like philanthropy
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Cause I'm Toned Down, I'm grown now
Except I need a loan now
To my parents' wallets I am sown now
So just lettin' you know
I'm really kinda broke
But on a positive note
I'm a pretty cool bloke
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I tell jokes and I float on the water like Jesus
I"m big and I'm loud, I'm manly, the anti-Prius
I'm not afraid to do activities that'll mutually please us
But I am scared of PDA, nobody wanna see us
Now you're gettin' sadder, the mad hatter's gettin' madder
My flow is gettin' badder, and I think you're gettin' fatter
And I'm gettin' fed up
With this suit and tie get-up
Gotta keep your head up
Can't ever let up
Cause society has deemed
That a low self-esteem
Is worth even less than a full jar of broken dreams
Abdul Jabar, Kareem
Played on a basketball team
I got a participation trophy
How good does that seem?
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Cause I'm Toned Down, I'm grown now
Except I need a loan now
To my parents' wallets I am sown now
So just lettin' you know
I'm really kinda broke
But on a positive note
I'm a pretty cool bloke
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I write words on the tablet
Create sensory magic
You listen to the lyrics
Your mama gets emphatic
Want my skill? You can have it
Though You'll soon become an addict
Adding up my talent needs a
Doctorate in mathematics
Imagination is my most frequented nation
There I've got a ton of money and a platinum corporation
The lyrics I spit provide the precipitation
The words evaporate with every vibration
I arrive at the church with a paired invocation
With the combination of ill beats and sensations
Organization with Alphabetization
Because I've got higher than a 6th grade education
While I'm in the present tense
It's like common sense
Come have fun with me, like Mr. Sawyer's Picket fence
No offense
I'm just tryin' to speak no sense
But without the prefix
My vernacular depicts
My bag of tricks
I got so many b*** es I'm like a dog breeder.
Say hi to so many hos they call me Wal-Mart Greeter.
Making so much cake I'm like a baker, Anita.
Getting so much change I'm like a freaking parking meter.
I’m irate like Kuwait whose fate is a great drought
My birth rate will inflate like the weight of a sell out
High school girl with no friends and lots of food
Would I still do her? That depends. Don’t wanna be rude.
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