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letra de outcast - gatch the outcast

[intro monologue]
-first rap i ever wrote was years and years ago with one of me mates and we done it in the big american accent buzz and all that and we had it on a little radio yoke and all but see i don’t speak of that, cause eh, we don’t like to you know what i mean?
and if that tape ever surfaces, (imminence)
i am in trouble you know what i mean? but see i was only 14/15 at the time but i snapped out of that you know what i mean? i’m now 25 so, if you’re rapping in an american accent, there’s still time you’ll snap out of it you’ll grow up and if you ever hear them tunes just say you’re rapping in an american accent you hear them tunes when your 25 you’re gunna be like “what the f-ck was i doing man?”-

[hook]
casted out from the normal could give a f-ck what the norm is
i’m blacking out till the morning you live it up as performance
i’ve had the route as the warden, now it’s baggies and quarters
it be the father of none but bet i’ve been daddy to daughters

[verse]
bet he’ll pop it off, talent sk!ll he has it all
pair me with your favourites it be darren till and masvidal
most of um be faking most just act until the casting call
i’ll be the vacant one you posers never had the b-lls
had it all not enough, kept the pain its bottled up
paddy from a pot of bronze, never had his pot of luck
catch him like the common bug giving rappers oscars
acting for a spot with us i’m living past the bother
pass the water cause i’m over hung, ropes of life been choking mine
since opened eyes emerged in august back in the millennium
penny strung and paper foolish bet he brung his greatest music
just to prove if he was really set to run the game he’s glued in
i guess we’ll never know, remnants of the devil smoke
smelling when i’m lounging in the comfort of my buried home
told me she was mary jane i said im mister cherry coke
skip the watching movies part and tell her that my tele’s broke
i dont wanna fit the role you play, so know your lane
sitting back trapped in my ways
swinging jaw spasms while she’s singing -rg-sms
i’ve been living more lavish but they tell me i’ve a broken face
oh f-ck um, like an ex i crave
theres no b-tton i ain’t pressed that i pressed to attempt escape
im joe budden not impressed with your best displays
im so f-cking hot breathe could just melt this j

[hook]
casted out from the normal could give a f-ck what the norm is
i’m blacking out till the morning could give a f-ck for performance
i’ve had the route as the warden, now it’s baggies and quarters
it be the father of none but bet i’ve been daddy to daughters

- gatch the outcast

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