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letra de da baddest poet - sole

[hook]
cops ain’t sh-t to me
jobs ain’t nothing but free pens and long distance calls
thought i had it all, the god got birth control
the white man’s the f-cking devil
i wanted to be black at age fourteen
so when they say i don’t respect the culture
truth is, i only rap cause i ain’t smart enough to write a book
i’ve never paid a parking ticket:
it’s 20 dollars now or 300 then;
you want your money, come and get it
but better bring 200 guns and a hundred men

i’ve k!lled a million pens and thrown many stones, but never lost a bet
looking at the fossil on my wrist like
“is my five minutes up yet?”
got more time to relax now;
so i can say, “f-ck the industry.”
came for rupert murdoch’s throat and left with rawkus trying to sign me
you can’t buy me
i’m holding my chips ’till i land on last place
i didn’t burn any bridges;
i never needed none of ’em in the first place
‘cuz money made is money gone is money never had
money here only pretends to care for the people we leave around
and always pack light ‘cuz the guns are packing suckers
all mad ‘cuz someone else paid’ em
shaking in their waste-your-life-away stance
‘cuz it’s cool to be tragically hip:
fools rule the universe – it’s o.k
you say you want blood but drink p-ss all day
i say hang the queen from every streetlight on every washington street
tell ’em it’s difficult to have s-x on waterbeds
‘cuz most of us can’t afford waterbeds
and if we could, we’d move out the hipster settlement of oakland
(the fine line between low income and no income)
i can’t read no lips ‘cuz i am stone
always wanted to be a rapper
but when i finally made it there, no one wanted me
since no one wants me here
in the immortal words of ice-t:
“you should have k!lled me last year.”
bit in the mere mortal words of me
i’ve torn up some reb-ttals and lost more friends
but like the old saying goes
“if you can’t nuke ’em… starve ’em or drop food on ’em.”
i’m half a brothel, half a novel, half a one-man army
mc’s don’t want beef, they wanna shake my hand
then make a diss song about me
‘cuz idiots live to outdo their shortcomings
while my inner napoleon is frying the biggest fish
i hold the grudge like a mic and a girl like a cross
people say i’m vague
but we know who’s in vogue and when the revolution comes
all you’ll know how to do is beg

[hook]

the white man… is the f-cking devil (haha)
the white man is the baddest poet [x2]

jim jesus on the beat, he’s the (baddest poet)
nosdam’s the (baddest poet)
why? murda, you know he’s da (baddest poet)
doseone, you know you da (baddest poet)
pedestrian, kid, you know (baddest poet)
bomarr monk, you know he’s the (baddest poet)
controller 7, you know he’s the (baddest poet)
my man baillie, you know he’s the (baddest poet)
sage francis mah’ f-cka (baddest poet)
alias might be married but he’s (baddest poet)
ayo, jel, kid you know you da (baddest poet)
he might be singin’ but p-ssage’s the (baddest poet)
yasamin, you know you da (baddest poet)
kids on the internet, you know you da (baddest poet)
white girls, you know they da (baddest poet)
press people, you know they da (baddest poet)

- sole

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