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letra de what i can't say - az izz

[intro]
yeah
they say a fool’s born every minute
a g*nius is born once in a lifetime
i am that g*nius (and this is that lifetime)

[verse 1]
i’m az izz, high as bayside
take sides, muh’f-cka, get ate like steak fries (yes)
you unwise guys (stupid), stuck on televised lies (stuck)
still fit a size five, plus your rhymes are sci-fi
that’s the rap i kick for em today, he bit my style (yup)
i close my eyes, see him as my child, he was wild (wild)
you slept with your adopted sis kim and had a child
and sucked your uncle ronnie’s d-ck with a smile, boy, you wild
that’s your mother mother’s child, bet you gon’ say my name now (i bet you won’t)
this az izz, not one of those insane clowns
you trailer park hoe, you been a fed, you been a marshal
i know your lieutenant, muh’f-cka, i am your corporal
you the new david duke, slavin’ n-ggas and asian, too
feed ’em p–p, then made ’em your famous caucasian soup
that sh-t’s more nasty than dated juice (that sh-t’s nasty, no salt)
callin’ black women b-tches and hoes (what’s wrong with you?)
i’m quite sure you done made a noose (yeah)
you a b-tch, so your labor (b-tch), they may induce
you’ll be the first man deliver a baby out your -n-l chute
ain’t into savin’ jesus, ain’t into savin’ jews
while n-ggas go broke, you sit by your shady pool like you made it
ew
[chorus]
quit tellin’ me what i can and can’t say
em, you a hag, royce, you and your man, hey
quit tellin’ me what i can and can’t say
em, you a hag, royce, you and your man, hey

[verse 2]
i know n-ggas like e-40, jay-z, rick ross and gucci (real dudes)
who made it, put they n-ggas on, and made it cool
they wasn’t egotistical maniacs, fool (at all)
they brainiacs, dude (smart)
stupid n-gga, that’s what brainiacs do (idiot)
you ain’t pass the course (you didn’t), you couldn’t stand the jokes (nope)
ain’t pay your dues, i’m supposed to praise you?
blatant mule
you act like you got raped in school, duct taped [?] by n-ggas who made you cool
you’re degradable
lookin’ like mr. plastic tape, with your plastic face (clone)
like galifinakis, i’m a basket case
ask how my acid taste, on shrooms, i got the sour acid face
f-ckin’ my wife while you m-st-rbate (b-tch)
son, you illiterate (stupid as h-ll), a whole lot, not just a little bit (nope)
em, you a bitter b-tch (yup), mariah tried to paint the pic (she tried), a little bit
then da brat try to go explain the sh-t (she tried)
i know, i know, i know, i know, i know (i know)
it sounded weird as sh-t
you afraid of fish, my favorite dish, i just ate my b-tch
perhaps i give this f-ggot a french kiss, like jadakiss (no, no, no, no)
for free though, i’ll lay his b-tch ass out like potato chips
play the clips, you on stage doin’ a cartwheel in a yellow onesie
that’s my favorite sh-t
[chorus]
quit tellin’ me what i can and can’t say
em, you a hag, royce, you and your man, hey
quit tellin’ me what i can and can’t say
em, you a hag, royce, you and your man, hey (yeah)

[verse 3]
i’m smashin’ pumpkins, i’m smashin’ tomatoes (smash)
smashin’ grapes and bad b-tches in they -n-l
you somewhere over the rainbow with a gerbil up your -n-l
that’s why you scream when you rap, i know that sh-t painful
since your first album, you’ve been g-y-bashin’, ain’t sh-t happen
actin’ like you a thug, like you about to take action
name a rapper with melanin, or should i say black skin? (never)
in the history of rap from now, to way back when (you ain’t gon’ find one)
ever got away with sayin’, “f-ggot”, “g-y”, or “h0m-”
and their career not come to a black end
you prob’ly signed a few of those with your own
ballpoint black pen
i let you out, i’ll never let you back in
you crazy, think i’ma let you play me like a ukulele?
i’m the future, baby, you could be my future baby
i’m az izz, y’all can’t stop me still
i got the moxy, all the mamis say, “papi’s real”
still the ex-mad math whiz (i’m still that guy)
but no longer addicted (uh-uh) to pills, hash and acids
but i f-cks with the shrooms, though
they keep me on pluto
puto
b-tch!
[chorus]
quit tellin’ me what i can and can’t say
em, you a hag, royce, you and your man, hey
quit tellin’ me what i can and can’t say
em, you a hag, royce, you and your man, hey
quit tellin’ me what i can and can’t say
em, you a hag, royce, you and your man, hey
quit tellin’ me what i can and can’t say
em, you a hag, royce, you and your man, hey

- az izz

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