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

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

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

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

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