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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 crack
Or more the cats ride on the half pipe?
Don't want to act like I know about the rap
Cause matter of fact I can't grasp who rap
With cash do they stash for retirement?
Or go for things like rides and
question (what's that?)
How do dress?
Are they best cut threads or are spend less
I'm interested, it's caught my
Yo, everybody rap get arrested?
And they sex, do they all have hoe's?
Or do some have a girl that they and they grow with?
I like to know, makes a rapper?
It might be me, but I think it matters?

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

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Yo, now your call, short, fat, or tall
if he's a she and not a he at all
Or does a have to a be a C at least
Or can it be if she real up on the beat?
And is she realer if she in the street?
Or can they still feel her if she in CT?
And if they do they have to have kids?
Or can they have a Mom, a Dad, and sis?
And in the morning do have to have grits?
Or can they favorite be eggs Benedict?
It makes me think, is there a rappin'
And if so, yo, what's a rapper
And do they drugs? Or go to school?
or college, tell me what's the rule
I'd like to know, what a rapper?
It might be me, but I think it matters.

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

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My name's (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 thin some pale ass skin
Got one girlfriend, and I her,
two sisters, a father, and a mother
I I'm different, like no other
But you can't judge a book by cover
I write about I feel c live
My like to say I'm the realist it gets
Sometimes I like-..?
flip the script on some ROYGBIV
Whatever the mood, no what 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.