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"I'm Masahiko, as you know I'm not a hoe... But sometimes i freestyle, just so i can flow." Erm, that has got to be the worst opening line to any rap song, yet it had to be a rap song I made. sucks to be me eh?
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #1,899
Peak in subgenre #55
Author
Masahiko
Rights
Masahiko
Uploaded
January 13, 2008
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MP3 3.8 MB • 128 kbps • 4:10
Lyrics
Masahiko the Magnificent - Dennis
Written by: Masahiko
Music by: Masahiko
i would spit if i could, i would do good if i would
and stop the anger i should, my words are misunderstood
so fuck it, im out of sight, its a delight
the rhymes bark and not bite, but im dark skinned
like the gleam of the night, right?
its masahiko going back and forth like intercourse
without the climax, conception, offspring and then remorse
so flip the course, cause its the same fuckin day
but dont look back because the past is gone and passed away
i stopped the activism, yes i know the world feelin grim
but nobody reacts as if the game froze while playing sims
quick to speak about the indegent, like you're heaven sent
like an accident, almost like you're heaven sent
so get bent, like masahiko would relent or sell
im like man stuck inside a cell, the bars are my brain
i cant dwell, started from a single cell debut,
what the fuck should i do?
if i had my way, id build the bars around you.
aint nobody down to represent me
aint nobody down to represent me
aint nobody down to represent me
there aint a live fucking president to represent
aint nobody down to represent me
aint nobody down to represent me
aint nobody down to represent me
aint no a dead fucking presidents me
ive been in frisco forever, i still cant stand the weather
the fog in my face is out to ruin my wool and leather
whatever
the only thing i aint's a backpack rapper
spitting metaphors for the sake of metaphors
16's a bore, a rhyming dictonary whore
im not that type, so just ignore
shore to shore, im not hardcore
im just core, straight from the core
my heart goes down because im sleepin on the floor
obcene, too many children are acting absurb
like filipinos calling dennis b the N-Word
each other the N-Word, they think they all niggas
but silent like bob when they around a pack of niggas
its figures, its funny
been rapping since highschool
didnt jump the rap wagon, and im not dickriding
im under no wing, i aint the yang to ya ying
so get the fuck off my ass cause that aint the way that i swing
chorus
im surrounded by anger which is absorbed mentally,
within me, without me, then society will be a little pretty
like flowers in the spring, or when alicia keys sings
its fun to find the finer things,
the things that make the people cling
theres a war in my head and both forces dead
whatever jesus said, judgement day i dont dread
forget it, i need to save myself from sin,
hell is where my kin has been
where the winners never win, where my body frame is thin
where everything else is black, like my eyes in daylight
to many rappers are wack
wackness is taught in the clear and present sight
quite the contrary, a lack of solidarity,
divided like liquid, oil and water is vicious
so fuck this, i dont diss i just emit the bliss
so you can listen to this, til the day we dont exist
its not that long, because im behind you with a gat and im pissed
and ill regret what i did
