I'm A Rappa
A man who has never tried rap spits a hard game that he does in the music industry. This song is interesting in the rap field.
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(Verse 1)
First thing first when it comes to this verse,
I plan hit the ground running to the last place first.
Not scripted, no this is not rehearsed.
Whitey privileged, I done made the game worse.
Oh guys no need for the looks,
Tons of money here, we can all be crooks.
New to the game, not new to the world.
Dropping fire on the heads of hip hops worst.
Spiritually radical, zealot to the 3rd power,
Walking with wrath of the Lord in these final hours.
Lyrically slaying the bulk of these mumble cowards.
Mopping up everyone else like this a prison shower.
Think you a rappa, your rappa crappa!
I made a track topping yours in half an hour.
Want to race you off the tracka.
I'm an engine pushing finished cranking out the max horse power.
(Chorus)
I’m a rappa, I’m a rappa, I’m a rappa, I’m a rappa.
I’m a rappa, I’m a rappa, I’m a rappa, I’m a rappa.
(Verse 2)
Wasted hip hop with a shot in the dark.
Spitting dumb idea with no original thought.
You here for the paper we in it for the heart.
My styles a bit dirt like the shits from spray farts.
World renown, and nationally distributed.
You Facebook begging all you friends for admission.
Come on guys, can you give my track a listen?
We drop hits a minute, moving on in the mission.
We write issues, you brag about Bentleys.
We write about heart, you talk about bitches.
We try to tell a story you write your ambitions.
How you’d like to be everyone else, but no lyrics.
Standing here smelling your smells, a bit fishy.
Starting out strong now to our new mission.
Center of attention, I quit, I'm finished.
Lighting fires in hearts of hip hop bitches.
(Chorus)
(Chorus)
© TC Farrand 2019
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