Artist: Album: Eclectic Song: Rappers Rappers by: [email protected]
(What I mean is there's no one The for an MC brings investigation)
goes to all you ugly rappers, pretty rappers Big city rappers, country rappers, greedy Itty-bitty rappers, witty rappers, rappers Hello-kiddie rappers, Frank rappers and [edited] rappers All you rappers, young whippersnapper rappers Gun clapper rappers, fun rappers, Kappa rappers Gum rappers, idiotic rappers, psychotic Melodic rappers and rappers All you rappers, baloney rappers rappers Tony Toni and all that, yeah All you hood rappers, rappers rappers Let me tell somethin
Look.. I just work it all out I just want everybody to do thing and be cool Be who are, you know
First you should know is I'm not afraid Every has the potential to be laid on his or her back When I'm on my luck I get down on the track I clown on the rappers sort of Barnum and Bailey's My stardust-bust is bigger and brighter than Comet, I up the astronomic on the daily Peel the skin off the mic and do a scaley The think rapper to shrink-rap rapper And sink that of his My rap motor is a mega-cycles My rap folder is a megaton and higher the Eiffel Tower with sniper power To blow off your melon and it no tellin All you was rappers yellin My start propellin I get to wellin on em the dome After I trail em I like to catch em alone and STRANGLE em the microphone And drag em back to Blowed Hold as many as I can possibly hold And rip up the after the last rapper flowed I never fold, though my pokerface is old The world's cold, probably why I stay in battle I would to touch your ego European, or negro Rap Evil Knievel, but I evil It's all nice, especially the mic device When it's in my hand it's like throwin the dice It's the worldwide underground And what I'ma give is more than suffice Pour me over ice and to think You're as strong as your weakest - I dwell the deepest As long as speakers I make songs for the peoples I push the ink, who gives a f[edited] what think It's tight now, wait I iron out the kinks tied down, wait until I iron out the kinks
..Wait until I iron it all out, it's gon' be But like I said I want everybody to be able to do they thing
goes out to all you shallow rappers Bottom-of-the-bottle rappers, hollow rappers Love-to-follow rappers, Apollo And rah-rah rappers, yeah, all that, To all you Big rappers, silly rappers 'My-mack-milli' rappers, smoke-a-Philly Illy-illy, killy-killy Not really Yeah, all you signed rappers Crime rappers, rappers rappers, one of a kind rappers, too Yeah, you wanna go around the world, but you have ??? You wanna paint a picture but ain't got no paint But I'm the painter the brush and the easel I like to em and I hit em with the ??fleezle?? I got a stick of dynamite, you got a of gum He tried to chew it up before I blew it up, done done, it's done, it's done...
(What I mean is there's no one The hunt for an MC investigation)