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letra de phat rhymes - g-tee

my rhymes would’ve been dope 20 years ago
and they’ll be dope 20 years from now, real hip hop, no queers allowed
i’m an east coast, new england rapper, not a f-ckin’ singin’ rapper
i’m the whole book, you’re just a single chapter
straight facts; anything i ever spit in a rhyme
you know you’re hearin’ real sh-t if i’m spittin’ a rhyme
i’m sick of these mothaf-ckin’ snakes in this mothaf-ckin’ game
i’ll take underground respect over sucker fame
i cover your garbage rhymes like trash can lids
don’t think i’m dope? i am the proof like dash cam vids
you wanna battle? then you’re in for a crisis
‘cuz the wrath of this is hazardous like isis
the only bars you got is cell phone reception
my rhymes are hotter than that instagram hoe you’re s-xtin’
your flow ain’t ill, you’re incomplete
i bring the heat like a propane grill
as long as g’s on the mic rap is never dyin’
fans of real hip hop love my sh-t ‘cuz i tell the truth instead of lyin’
underground rappers are like brain surgeons
compared to you mainstream f-gs that’s good for nothin’ but maid service
you’re a fake b-tch and you flow wack
if you ain’t feelin’ at least one rhyme that i ever spit, then you don’t know rap
you gotta ad-mit every tracks sick
you thought i was eatin’ taco bell the way i’m droppin’ phat sh-t
i spit the tight rhymes at the right times
the hype kinds that’s underground like pipelines
g-tee’s dope, that should be written in stone
when i’m spittin’ a poem other rappers quit and go home
i’m the rhyme specialist, flow with divine cleverness
sk!ll; incline effortless enough to climb everest
my sh-ts phat like i was deep fried
you could be a f-ckin’ pigeon and your sh-t still wouldn’t be fly

- g tee

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