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

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

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Yo, now it's your call, short, fat, or
if he's a she and not a he at all
Or a broad have to a be a C at least
Or can it be decreased if she 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 spit do have to have kids?
Or can they a Mom, a Dad, and little sis?
And in the morning do they have to 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 sell Or go to school?
Cocaine or college, me what's the rule
I'd like to know, makes a rapper?
It might be me, but I don't it matters.

What he look like?
Nobody
just 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 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 guess I'm different, no other
But you can't judge a book by it's
I write what I feel c live
My like to say I'm the realist it gets
Sometimes I like-..?
Maybe flip the script on ROYGBIV
Whatever the mood, no what I listen to
I always do me, do you
I'd like to know, what makes a
It be me, but I don't think it matters.