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I got a question, what's a rapper look like? Is he tan? Is he black?
Is he blacked out, high on the pipe?
Or more the cats that'll ride on the pipe?
Don't want to act like I know the rap type
Cause matter of fact I can't who rap likes
With their cash do they stash for
Or go for things rides and diamonds?
question (what's that?)
How do dress?
Are they best cut or are they spend less
I'm interested, it's my attention
Yo, does everybody rap get
And they sex, do they all have hoe's?
Or do some 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?
Nobody
He's just a rapper, in clothes
the curtain falls, after the show
Where does he go? Nobody

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Yo, now it's your call, short, fat, or
What if 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 up on the beat?
And is she if she raised in the street?
Or can still feel her if she raised in CT?
And if they do they have to have kids?
Or can they have a Mom, a Dad, and sis?
And in the do they have to have grits?
Or can they favorite breakfast be eggs
It me think, is there a rappin' type?
And if so, yo, what's a like?
And do they sell drugs? Or go to
Cocaine or college, tell me the rule
I'd like to know, makes a rapper?
It might be me, but I don't it matters.

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

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