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letra de it’s fun 2 b a rapper - hoodie hilltop

(chorus)
no matter what they tell you
on the news
if it’s true
you should listen to me
i think it’s
fun to be a rapper

a thousand dead bodies
red or blues
in the schools
all because i told em
is think it’s
fun to be a rapper
home made explosives
and motel overdoses
it’s hopeless
unless you think it’s
fun to be a rapper so
no matter what they tell you
on the news
if it’s true
you should listen to me
i think it’s
fun to be a rapper

(verse 1)
i know that it sounds bad
i am not a hostage
this is just a song
and not me toggling the off switch
everything you’ve heard me say
is nothing but the truth
so there’s no pistol pointed at me
by someone who has the proof
the x files are fiction so
it’s no domestic friction
and the h-ll that you will suffer thru
is cause of your religion
there’s nothing you can do about it
nothing you could say to stop it
even if the church is like a game
and you could pay the prophet
obviously thought a lot about it
so i’d say it right
i am not a beta fish forcefully
being made to fight
i am just a product
on a conveyer belt of rappers

spinning to the tune
of hollow 1 percenters laughter
modeled after rappers
that expired in the line of fire
iron lungs
adamantium along the spinal cord
i’m so out of touch
i don’t remember what we’re fighting for
i’m thor with lighting swords
when my lighting likens the dinosaurs
before the meteor set entire fires
in aura shores
look but never touch
it’s like a stripper if ya eyes is sore
b-tch
i am
more important than god to war is
if you think you f-ckin wit me
nows your chance to stop and show us

(chorus)

(verse 2)
by playin this track
you gave me permission
i see you there all paranoid
while you doin the dishes
ya wish is
to be a part of the audiodrome
first thing imma tell you is
surrender all control
let the beat rise over while
the lyrics take its toll
heart beat wit the bass
face melt from the flows
mikes hard lemonade
blunt laced wit the gold
harp playin on a cloud
ground made out of souls
whole place start spinnin
while the walls start to fold in
the freshness in the corners of my mind
have started moldin
i’m holdin

on to distant memories
introspective moments never
seem to bring me inner peace
literally
struggling to find
who i’m assigned to be
as long as i can smoke and f-ck
i guess whatever’s fine with me
i wonder who designed the me
im currently residing in
deciding not to think about
no one i’m confiding in
the brightest light im in is like
a vitamin i’m biting in
the plight of dying when i’m
suicidals quite the blessing
the fight i’m fighting been
possession in recording sessions

it’s claimed a million lives and no one
ever learned they lesson
(outro)

- hoodie hilltop

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