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letra de tune you out - dj spinna

[intro]

[verse 1: rise]
now you can keep trying to be an mc, go ‘head it’s your call
but when the rap world sucks, don’t b-tch cause it’s your fault
with no style, talent and definitive sk!ll
some cats think that because they independent they real
some n-ggas with deals, you’ll brag about jewels and that’s cool
but jewels don’t make you nice man, a rule is a rule
this hardly is new, no i don’t wanna polly with you
go ‘head tell everyone you rhyme, everybody rhymes too
i’m mad that i heard your song and it’s hard to see
how that trash was in stock before it got to me
maybe it’s me, i’m too honest, nah it can’t be that
just because you rhyme conscious don’t mean you can’t be wack
all this nonsense i learned to tolerate, but i hate it though
-ssh0l-, you made me throw something at my radio
way to go
hip hop a culture that was once great
now radio stations spin all day from one crate

[chorus]
and all i hear is that (doo doo)
then i don’t know who y’all talking to
nah, don’t repeat it, i ain’t deaf; i’m ignoring you
(bee bee)
that’s how y’all sound in my head
so that’s what i thought that you said

and all i hear is that (doo doo)
then i don’t know who y’all talking to
nah, don’t repeat it, i ain’t deaf; i’m ignoring you
(bee bee)
that’s how y’all sound in my head
so that’s what i thought that you said

[verse 2]
got the face of a hunk
mind of a monk, they say i’m too mellow
the patience of a drunk, paranoid tasmanian devil
there’s pork in my jell-o?
probably in my starburst too
i can’t even trust my candy, how can i trust you?
exploiting everything and everyone so they can sell sh-t
i seen a little black kid say he could eat a whole pig
eat what you want, don’t mind me i just like to talk
i drink beer in pizzerias, know my number by heart
but i’m thinking so big that my rhymes can draw kids
i got gators, floating in moats with a drawbridge
[?] heel in my shoes reach a gazillion and two and up
protected by bars that electrocute you at the touch
to handle this man you need such an elaborate plan
that i’d have to give you a hand
and i’m so nice that i can
no challenge, so balanced with the earth, i’m so natural
close my eyes, lift my arms make the trees [?]

[verse 3]
why don’t you like me?
you don’t know me, why don’t you write me?
why don’t you fight me?
ah f-ck it, why don’t you bite me?
i don’t give a d-mn no more, my plans in store
i’m more grand than the scans of the canyons core
i’m talking over with just lines that attack your mental
a young cat in this rap, then i act parental
i nap with pencils, pens, then i sleep with notes
in fights with my girlfriends, cause in the sheets they poke
who’s more important?
baby you’re just choosing your coffin
cause music will often, sooth more than you and your squawking
rude when i’m talking
normally there are no songs
there’s just some times to say sh-t and it comes out wrong
c-cky? nah that’s only when i talk or i write
believe me i’m the nicest guy you’ll ever meet in your life
rise: rhyming is so easy—i can’t get enough
and i’m about to reach the point where i don’t give a—{record scratch}

[outro]

- dj spinna

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