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letra de whoa - jonathan barker

write to a beat start a fight in the street
now a starving artist finally gets a bite to eat
when the mic’s with me say hi to defeat
cause you’re about as fruity as vitamin c
each punch line like a tyson swing
but you’re as authentic as a tyson wing
so in other words i’ll bite you scream
want beef i go ham if you try with me
man i’m k!lling the mic as i’m writing on pads
you need a prescription? cause i might be conrad
addicted to bars treat ’em like xannis
just got a few downloads and i treat ’em like grammies
but i’m just hoping to sell a bit
cause it kinda sucks being celibate
it’d be a shame if my name was not relevant
send the zoo a letter address the elephant
from a middle cl-ss white kid spitting raps
in the middle like how i’d sit in cl-ss
johnny eats words with a bic and laughs
more hungry for money than mister crabs
grab me a kit kat i need a break
chew it up and spit it back in your face
set you in your place, how you like the taste?
i ain’t joshin’ or no willing grace
going off on the track bipolar express
hop in my brain then you’ll know it’s a mess
don’t care what you think i don’t flow to impress
but give me a second let me go from the chest
i know it’s far out but homie listen closely
i’m not a rap god cause i stay more loki (low key)
but i feel a bit shady baby hold these oakleys
and shake that thing like the hokie pokie
raise the roof not talking convertible
turn down for what? do i look invertible
not my first rodeo because i done heard the bull
so when i steer clear don’t take it so personal
i said it’s not my first rodeo because i done heard the bull
so when i steer clear don’t take it so personal

verse 2:

i’m gonna shoot for stars til i’m a superstar
i know dude it’s hard like a lupe bar
don’t do it for glamor you can screw the cars
you only talking drivers if you shoot for par
go above and beyond like buzz lightyear
say things these so called thugs might fear
so bump the earplugs in your right ear
i think i’ve made it quite clear that a fight’s near
no rhyme or reason but found a reason to rhyme
hated popular kids–needed distinction of mine
got busy planting these different schemes in my mind
harvest my confidence it’s my season to shine
paid pennies for thots now i’m feedin’ on dimes
now i’m plowing so many seeds it’s a crime
date rape a hater while i sing to sublime
he’ll be yelling like mel with that freedom line
i’d love to drink oj with a white bronco
i mean peyton manning not that other psycho
talk about our daddies while we eat taco’s
my papa john left that’s why i got cold
still k!lling this mic on the first degree
make my dad proud like my first degree
you lying to the people-perjury
listen to me son like you heard of me
then a surge of me goes hurculeas
kick you from here to mercury
remove my foot surgically
thta’s what happens when you’re verses me
ginger rappin’ over loops but i’m not ed sheeran
getting so much dough call me ginger bread man
don’t feed my ego just feed me eggo’s
steppin’ with me is like stepping on legos
eating mc’s like mickie d french fries
leave them sick like they ate six pies
then went to six flags giving mr. freeze six tries
and sixty times on the spinny little kid rides
go ahead and scream for a photo finish
leave any poser screaming yolo finished
stomp on your head like a pogo stick and
i’m gonna set a record so go get guinness
you can write me down as a hater
but stand for something greater
than smoking vapor and blowing paper
you may share biggie’s dream but you’re a faker
the same schemes of the mainstream
talk insane bling while t-pain sings
no offense but when i hear it i automatically tune out
love old school but we need something new out
cause honestly i’m getting sick of the attention
benadictions been getting when he’s spittin’
i’m not hating i think the kid is different
but there’s more talent around if you’d sit and listen
if i did spit a kendrick verse
you wouldn’t care cause ben is first
minds well pray for a sinless earth
but i’ll hold my ground and defend this turf
if i fail i’m only back to square one
and can’t raise my value like i squared one
i’ll shine bright and declare my presence like a flare gun
so be prepared son or start praying like a scared nun
big three in the van we gonna ride with the beat
here take the trophies– hold them for me
it won’t cramp your style it’s only defeat
drop lebron off in cleveland now i’m rolling with heat
my roots keep me on a quest for love
just like daddy i confess and shrug
this path of gin gives me infected blood
this path of sin lives in the essence of
i think i’m addicted to sinnin’ man
the taste is sweet as cinnamon
but about as rough as venison
screaming “dear god, i swear i’m innocent
sometimes i swear i get lost in my jokes
so hard to bear gotta toss in the ropes
can’t tell if i’m joking or starting to hope
getting a grip– i’m starting to cope
either way i guess that’s who i am
can’t lie to any potential fan
i hope they feel this tension man
cause my brain is like a prison camp
can’t escape the bars i’m addicted to rap
can’t leave the pen as i binge on tracks
you thinkin’ i’m done your pretension is whack
it’s johnny barks, did i mention i’m back?

- jonathan barker

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