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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #1,288
Peak in subgenre #733
Author
bjay
Rights
brian's shit
Uploaded
May 10, 2003
Track Files
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MP3 3.7 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
Some rappers are like actors cant believe the half assing//
The music is disasterous but its still passing//
See it on TV, you know you need to buy it//
Take a dick and ride it, I know you wanna try it//
I don’t like the radio cuz, it’s the same shit//
Rappers claim to be different now, we know it’s the same spit//
So when I break it down into lamence//
Commercial rap is gay, and I aint afraid to say this//
Oh, no? I didn’t think so//
Its getting hott in here like nellys video//
Now whos favorite song is about a tennis shoe//
These nursery rhymes for kids under two//
Shit, when you hear me, don’t say im hatin//
I think is so funny the hoes im imitatin//
How are u feeling that shit, I know u aint relatin//
Cuz commercial rap is gonna be hip hop’s satan//
Come wit me/
Hip hop come follow me/
To many fake rappers/
Up in the circus now/
Its all about the hoes, cash, bling and whips//
Ar-15’s, ak’s and banana clips//
Who you know who really live the life like this?//
Its amazing how much wack words can come outta 2 lips//
And stupid ja rule, is a damn fool//
Does Jeffery attckins really appeal to you?//
No, that why people hate the murdah//
If a bitch holla his name he’d prolly hurt her//
Beat her to ground, to be his down ass chick//
How can ja even walk? Ridin all that dick//
Its so damn sick, the way hes depict//
When he’s a parasite, blood sucking tick//
Ja, benzina, even dupreze//
Hate on Em’s music, like a disease//
But em easily put em at ease//
He tol’ em to shove it, and suck on dese//
I gotta dirty mind and I know it needs cleaning//
I don’t need to curse when every verse needs meaning//
People call themselves hip hop artists//
Listen to the lyrics, they sound retarted//
If I dissed your favorite rapper, or maybe two//
Don’t be mad at me, its just my point of view//
Freedom of speech, to say whats on my mind//
But be the one to find, whos eyes are really blind//
I was just like u, till my eyes got opened//
Living legends my savior, I been hopin//
Murs, eligh, scarub, Aesop and the grouch//
Diss any of those rappers, watch your dirty mouth//
What they say in their music express true feelings//
When I first heard them, I almost hit the ceiling//
Legends of hip hop, is the music that I love//
Im getting sick of 50 and his banging club/ /
Some of this music aint real like artificial tits//
Sell out artist making these artificial hits//
Even a few of my friends, wanna act gangsta//
But they not, so I guess they a bunch of wanksta’s//
