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I got a question, what's a rapper look like? Is he Is he black? White?
Is he blacked out, high on the pipe?
Or more the cats ride 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 cash do they stash for retirement?
Or go for things like rides and
Another (what's that?)
How do they
Are they best cut or are they spend less
I'm interested, it's caught my
Yo, does everybody rap get
And they sex, do they all have hoe's?
Or do some have a girl that they learn and they grow
I like to know, makes a rapper?
It might be me, but I think it matters?

What does he like?
Nobody
He's a rapper, in plain clothes
When the curtain falls, the show
does 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 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 have a Mom, a Dad, and little sis?
And in the morning do they to have grits?
Or can they favorite be eggs Benedict?
It me think, is there a rappin' type?
And if so, yo, what's a rapper
And do they sell drugs? Or go to
Cocaine or college, tell me what's the
I'd like to know, makes a rapper?
It might be me, but I don't it matters.

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

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My Asher (Hi Asher)
And who care to ask, I tell them I'm a rapper
But I look like it, not one bit
I'm short and thin with some 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 by it's cover
I write about what I c live
My boys to say I'm the realist it gets
I feel like-..?
Maybe flip the script on some
Whatever the mood, no what I listen to
I always do me, do you
I'd to know, what makes a rapper?
It might be me, but I don't it matters.