Foolnews Letter To Rap
[verse 1]
You talkin that you gettin treed? I'm a walkin axe
You walk an act like you a fiend , I'm a cop with raps
Your money dirty? it's dirty no problem I'm a laundromat
Instead of "cock it back" just return it where you got it at
Your cocky acts are so gettin sold old the clock just asked:
"How long I have to tic toc for facade to last?"
I often have woken up and thought my thoughts were bad, until I seen the word THOT what in the name of God is that ?
Not attacking anybody , I just stop and ask...
Why you doin dumb stuff? Like Where's fun is that?
Like giving exes second chances when they're running back?
Rap is like that
If it could talk I would ask
{chorus:)
Why do your old dude - he don't do what I do x2
Don't do you old dude he don't do what I do.2
I guess things are really changing for me
I mean, I'm hoping things are changing for
Me
Still have my doubts if I should choose music
But sometimes I find it cool I'm foolish and i fuse it
With the wittiness of comedian
How many of us are competing in
The competition of being in
The spotlight and not leaving it?
Either ahead of my time or they've spent me
But imagine what they'd call me if I turned them against me
Might say the wrong things in the wrong songs
An accidentally make my dream a nightmare that's gone wrong
But the compliments have got me confident
I'm walking in a hot Chito head nerdy kid , who
Slobbers when he's taking too fast and I stumbles
Over consonants , Its like curse I wanna show to every continent
But every bronze event is for all these dishonest men
Give me the chance rap? My question is for all ya friends
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