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letra de '96 mobb shit - rezin 47

just don’t think you can just start rapping and sh-t man like
i’m tryna tell you man, rap is for a select few man, everybody not supposed to be rappin’ man
these n-ggas, a lotta these n-ggas to cut it out man
go f-ckin’, paint a house
paint a studio, n-gga

this that ’96 h-ll on earth type sh-t
take heed to the apostle’s warning, light b-tch
your blood squirts from holes of bodies and bedcovers
shook ones get dealt with, your party’s over
m-th-f-ckas out here rappin’ like it’s ’82
getting in their feelings ’cause they’re outdated too
they paved the road for us, so they can chill rest
just ’cause they’re the first doesn’t mean their the best
this sh-t ain’t to n0body in particular
but too many underground rappers are similar
got me out here feelin’ jaded and sh-t
’cause it’s makin’ me sick how many get away with this
recycling the same formula, they don’t have to
drop 20 projects with no replay value
saying the same sh-t, you’re not and ain’t fly
y’all might as well write about watching paint dry
now i’m about to knock the candle off the mantle
f-ck all you bums with your no drum samples
you producers lack strategy, stay mad at me
your ripping rap’s heart out its sacred cavity
i have no option but to call this trend out
’cause it’s stale and lazy, y’all need to all end it now
what was counterculture is now conform culture
and the media is cursing it in the form of vultures
take rappaport hostage, rip his head out its socket
stock it and box it with blood droplets droppin’ off it
droppin’ it off at vlad’s office mail postage
and blow him to bits by the bomb the box was stocked with
half of y’all rappers so full of your own sh-t
testin’ up the sm-gm- pulled from your scr-t-m bit
but your hardest bars aren’t compelling enough
i smell your bullsh-t like sharks smellin’ blood
well um actually, b-tch sit the f-ck down
n0body asked for your little opinion now
when you try to speak, i can’t find the rhyme scheme
’cause you can’t follow beats, you just ramble mindlessly
call your next record absolute threshold
no stimulus exists when you pass through headphones
these smart mark rappers don’t really watch wrestling
but they bill it as a shoot, that’s a notch upsetting
you kayfabe crabs are just velocity jobbers
on botchamania, dumb atrocity starters
you in the smackdown crowd, you lyin’ loud and
if you feel targeted, f-cking cry about it
same old sh-t, you lame jokes
need to study the wu-tang forever disc 2 intro and take notes
there’s more things i’ve failed to thrown in and mention
but i’m done giving you griselda clones attention

- rezin 47

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