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Just a Rap
indie abstract drunky gorilla the experience
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drunky gorilla, drunky_gorilla, Drunky Gorilla, Wreck Shop, San Jose, Pimp Shit, gorilla, Stockton, california
It's just me, myself and I when it comes to this band thing. I have no producer making my beats, so I spend time finding the right beat from soundclick, and borrow a beat from someone that makes beats. I grew up in Milpitas, Ca where I first started trying to flow--this was around 1995. I spent my young adult years in San Jose, Ca fuckin around doing my thing, and now you can find me sweating it up in the central valley of California untill the next part of my journey in life takes hold.
Song Info
Genre
Hip-Hop • Hip Hop General
Charts
Peak #3,913
Peak in subgenre #2,056
Author
Dr. unky: The Experience
Uploaded
April 20, 2005
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.5 MB • 128 kbps • 3:49
Lyrics
I'm down to get more pussy than Joe Rogan from Fear Factor/just like Tech nine i'm a slacker, not an actor Rappers battle eachother through their labels wax/make what they think are tight tracks about who's got a killer attack/but when one uses a gun instead of a track to attack back/blasts lines of black bullets to show it's no act/Eventually one of the emcee's partners gets hit, the media eat's it up like an afternoon snack/you always hear them scream foul play/plotting a post-attack while they raise there hands claiming complete ignorance/make another song pronouncing their innocence/ then raise their defense and their homes security fence/these guys lack commonsense/they're like soap dispensers, dispensing recycled raps reminicent of shock jocks trying to get someone to take offense.... my love for hip-hop and rap is slowly dying due to the garden snake Emcees who love to hiss/be on their rag-n-diss, rag-a-muffin antagonist, try to go further than 20,000 leagues under the sea's abyss/always coming up short like Gary Coleman but still they persist and stay on like a subdermal syst. I sit back reading my book of i dont give two shits/or a half-pence what size you got for a fist, how many glocks you'd shoot me with if i was seen at a distance, the size of your rolex watch on your right wrist, or who pimped your ride like Xibit, knock your words away like a golf ball/ all that's left is a divot. I hold on to my hip-hop roots like a rivot, commit myself like a phycho to every word and every sentence, and if it reads like garbage, i'll omit and re-submit like a search engine till I find the right combination of original phrases and intelligent whit. I'll never quit like the Simpsons Cartoon Skit.
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