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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 ride on the pipe?
Don't want to act I know about the rap type
Cause of fact I can't grasp who rap likes
With their cash do they stash for
Or go for like rides and diamonds?
Another (what's that?)
How do they
Are they cut threads or are they spend less
I'm interested, it's caught my
Yo, does rap get arrested?
And with they sex, do they all hoe's?
Or do some have a girl that they learn and they grow
I like to know, what a rapper?
It might be me, but I don't it matters?

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

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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 have to a be a C at
Or can it be decreased if she real up on the
And is she if she raised in the street?
Or can still feel her if she raised in CT?
And if they spit do have to have kids?
Or can they have a Mom, a Dad, and little
And in the do they have to have grits?
Or can they breakfast be eggs Benedict?
It me think, is there a rappin' type?
And if so, yo, what's a rapper
And do sell 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 does he like?
Nobody
He's just a rapper, in plain
When the curtain falls, the show
Where does he go? knows

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My Asher (Hi Asher)
And those who to ask, I tell them I'm a rapper
But I don't like 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 judge a book by it's cover
I write about I feel c live
My boys to say I'm the realist it gets
I feel like-..?
Maybe flip the on some ROYGBIV
Whatever the mood, no matter I listen to
I do me, never do you
I'd like to know, what makes a
It might be me, but I think it matters.