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Good rap music.
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #5,288
Peak in subgenre #2,840
Author
Sun Zoo
Rights
2006
Uploaded
January 20, 2006
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.6 MB • 128 kbps • 2:37
Lyrics
I know a lot of hypocrites, and backstabbing motherfuckers
If you ain't there they talking shit, but if you are, they like a brother
But, small wonder, when the chips go down
You suddenly never see these little shits around
Like dude I used to know, dude taught me to rap
But after that I practically carried the rat on my back
I gave him free beats, fucking track after track
He recorded on my shit and I was actually glad
To help him out so I mixed it and mastered it too
All the time never knowing what the bastard would do
The thing is, it wasn't like he couldn't afford
To buy the things that I had, yo, he could have had more
He was rich, I worked my ass off, spent over a thou
On the equipment, all he had to do was open his mouth
I wasn't bitter, and I wasn't gonna complain
I was way better than him but still lettin' him play
HOOK:
There's a lot of people out there with slow brains and fast mouths
Who always act foul, never wanna back down
I just laugh when karma leaves them assed-out
You shouldn't throw stones if you live in a glass house
So one day I get a chance to kick a rap at this show
Opening set for a band people actually know
I heard a month before and as soon as they asked me to flow
I knew I'd need a hype man so I was at this kid's door
I asked him to do it, and he was like OK, yo
But I told him if he wasn't sure that he should say no
That way I'd have a little time to find someone else
But he assured me it was fine and he could do it himself
I spent the month practicing, getting psyched up to flow
Then this dude calls me up the fucking night of the show
He can't make it, ah, fuck, what the fuck do I do?
Yo, I guess I do it solo, I got nothing to lose
After every time I helped him, all the shit that I did
He skipped out on my show to fucking kick it with friends
But fuck it, I don't even care anymore
'Cause now that bitch has no beats and nowhere to record
HOOK
Picture this, a little cat, maybe five foot six
At my show, being a dick, probably high as shit
I'm trying to ignore him 'cause I'm doing a show
But this motherfucker's shouting and he screws with the flow
He wanna battle, swears that he's the illest rapper out
And he could fuck with my shit onstage without a doubt
A loudmouth, and ain't no fucking way to drown out
Dude's voice, everybody wants to hit him with a roundhouse
And while no one wanna see cops get involved
He's killing the vibe, and I can tell he's not gonna pause
He stopped the applause, the audience has walked to the doors
So I call him out, now the bastard got what he wants
He freestyles a verse and the shit is garbage
Then they give the mic to me and he's demolished, no contest
The crowd laughs 'cause dude got what he deserved
He got what he wanted, and he got served
HOOK
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