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letra de paper - cris the prophet

[verse 1]
check it
paper is all you chase, your hip hops a disgrace
runs at a slow pace, loses every race
shows it can’t even rock
your hip hop don’t hop, so just stop
i make it pop, make it move
smooth with the grove but keep it rough in the booth
rock solid, heavy stompin’
never stoppin’, fully charged
i don’t need chargin’
always loaded, keep it old school like hulk hogan
for this rap sh-t, i was chosen
i was voted, daily glowin’, real hip hop showin’
last one in it not for money blowin’
f-ck the paper, f-ck the haters, discriminators
i flow dark and black like the raiders
more california than the lakers
burnin’ tree and irez beats, call me the d-mn baker
a messiah, born to spit fiya
real rap strikin’ back like the empire
we’re tired, our only desire
eliminate paper chasers, fake mc’s, and liars

[chorus]
every mc aimin’ for the paper
every rapper aims to be major
with weak rhymes, that stay out of danger
y’all owe real rap a favor
orange county, bringin’ back the raw
punchin’ today’s hip hop in the jaw
until they all fall

[verse 2]
revivin’ the good old times, with good old rhymes
better than good old wine
stay fresher than modelo with a lime
k!llin’ wack rap will be this young bucks only crime
my brains the nine, my mouth goes boom
wonderin’ when i’m comin’, don’t worry soon
your all doomed, literally your all f-cked
this sick cali kid is beyond clutch
beyond much, on another level
i’m the whole d-mn ocean, your just a pebble
i put fear in the devil, call me a rebel
the only tape you’ll see is yellow

- cris the prophet

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