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I got a question, what's a rapper like? Is he tan? Is he black? White?
Is he blacked out, high on the pipe?
Or more the cats that'll ride on the pipe?
Don't to act like I know about the rap type
Cause matter of fact I grasp who rap likes
With cash do they stash for retirement?
Or go for like rides and diamonds?
question (what's that?)
How do dress?
Are they cut threads or are they spend less
I'm interested, caught my attention
Yo, does rap get arrested?
And with they sex, do they all have
Or do some a girl that they learn and they grow with?
I like to know, what a rapper?
It might be me, but I don't think it

What does he look
Nobody
He's a rapper, in plain clothes
When the curtain falls, after the
Where he go? Nobody knows

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Yo, now it's your call, short, fat, or
What if a she and not a he at all
Or does a broad have to a be a C at
Or can it be decreased if she up on the beat?
And is she if she raised in the street?
Or can still feel her if she raised in CT?
And if they do they have to have kids?
Or can have a Mom, a Dad, and little sis?
And in the morning do they to have grits?
Or can they favorite breakfast be Benedict?
It makes me think, is there a type?
And if so, yo, what's a rapper
And do they sell drugs? Or go to
or college, tell me what's the rule
I'd like to know, what makes a
It be me, but I don't think it matters.

What does he look
knows?
He's just a rapper, in clothes
When the curtain falls, after the
Where does he go? Nobody

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My Asher (Hi Asher)
And those who care to ask, I tell I'm a rapper
But I look like it, not one bit
I'm short and with some pale ass skin
Got one girlfriend, and I her,
With two sisters, a father, and a
I guess I'm different, like no
But you judge a book by it's cover
I write about what I c live
My boys like to say I'm the realist it
I feel like-..?
Maybe flip the script on ROYGBIV
Whatever the mood, no matter I listen to
I do me, never do you
I'd like to know, what a rapper?
It might be me, but I don't it matters.