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letra de rappers in my basement - john wesley (rap)

i keep trying but i guess that i can’t quit
with bad habits -ssociated with this rap sh-t
i thought i’d be the nice guy, but it wouldn’t have lasted
want to send every rapper to lyrical h-ll in a basket
with a bow tie, no lie, i don’t know why they are so dry
talent-less, f-ggots in a cycle and it feels like they won’t die
which, is ironic when you have no life
loves shoes and cars but won’t go the extra mile, and has no drive
the feeling comes over me, it’s looking like i’m gonna write
i’m going to have to run tonight, when nightmares come alive
back against my bedroom door, knife trying to steal my lung’s supply
if karma comes to get me guess i’ll see you in another life
so lackl-ster is rap, i can’t believe i haven’t called it quits
talent won’t have to stay underground, once abolishment
told you i’m waiting on a rapper apocalypse
or at least lure nicki into a coffin and then demolish it

i’ve had rappers in my bas-m-nt for days
and i don’t know if i should let them go or stay there and rot away
i don’t know if ever again they’ll have anything worthwhile to say
no, so in my bas-m-nt they’ll remain

mugs get hit, die when i spit
i’ll be smoking jokers like i got a 30.06

and i want to get under your skin the best that i could do
but what i really wanted was to provoke, inspire and push you
rap is supposed to be compet-tive, not repet-tive, not repet-tive
you sound like you’ve been edited by a brain-dead f-ggot on sedatives
i can’t tell if you’re not trying, you don’t care, or you’re just lazy
you need to step your game up, who gives a f-ck about your buzz lately
no unnecessary adlibs or metaphors – i’m giving you straight facts
like how a white h0m-s-xual might like his coffee, straight black
if you don’t like it, do something about it, it really shouldn’t be hard to stop me
cause right now, you’re a copy of a copy, of a carbon copy
i think you think your brain is smart, but you should listen to your heart talking
it might try to tell you somewhere you can discard your body
i could destroy 98 percent of you with my weakest diss
collab with you, with my verse right next to yours to show how weak it is
no topics, cause i’ll just go off of it
and good luck with your rap career, i hope you make it to the top, so i can throw you off of it

i’m already read for the next one
move on to a new project as soon as it’s done
too many lyrics have acc-mulated, i keep having this dream
and there’s no time to sleep during a rude awakening
your record should be proud silence, i laugh
when rappers say “i could do this in my sleep” yeah, you sound like it
sleeping on the mic, you should be k!lled in slumber
if you’re rapping like “i need a pillow and a cover”
i need a pillow, so i can cover your face
your songs to me are like breaths to you that you struggle to take
every second lasts forever, you just want it to stop
but at least you can see light at the end of the tunnel while slipping off
to radio rappers, i don’t like any of you
please come to my bas-m-nt, i have plenty of room
oh, you thought that this is a joke
bring your favorite rappers over to my house, didn’t you know, that

- john wesley rap

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