Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rappers Rappers Rappers, artist - Aceyalone. Album song Accepted Eclectic, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 05.03.2001
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: That Kind of
Song language: English
Rappers Rappers Rappers |
(«What I mean is basically there’s no one |
The hunt for an MC brings investigation») |
This goes to all you ugly rappers, pretty rappers |
Big-city rappers, country rappers, greedy rappers |
Itty-bitty rappers, witty rappers, two-for-fiddy rappers |
Hello Kitty rappers, Frank Nitti rappers and rappers |
All you dapper rappers, young whippersnapper rappers |
Gun clapper rappers, fun rappers, Gamma Kappa rappers |
Gum rappers, idiotic rappers, psychotic rappers |
Melodic rappers and narcotic rappers |
All you phoney rappers, baloney rappers |
Me-and-my-homie rappers |
Tony Toni rappers and all that, yeah |
All you hood rappers, misunderstood rappers |
Think-it's-all-good rappers |
Let me tell y’all somethin |
Look. |
I just wanna work it all out |
I just want everybody to do they thing and be cool |
Be who they are, you know |
First thing you should know is I’m not afraid |
Every rapper has the potential to be laid |
Down on his or her back |
When I’m down on my luck I get down on the track |
I clown on the rappers sort of like Barnum and Bailey’s |
My stardust-bust is bigger and brighter than Hailey’s |
Comet, I vomit up the astronomic on the daily |
Peel the steel skin off the mic and do a scaley |
The think rapper to shrink-rap that rapper |
And sink that boat of his |
My rap motor is a million mega-cycles |
My rap folder is a megaton and higher than the Eiffel |
Tower with sniper rifle power |
To blow off your melon and it ain’t no tellin |
All you heard was rappers yellin |
My lyrics start propellin |
I get to wellin on em from the dome |
After I trail em home |
I like to catch em alone and strangle 'em with the microphone |
And drag em back to Project Blowed |
Hold as many mics as I can possibly hold |
And rip up the session after the last rapper flowed |
I never fold, even though my pokerface is old |
The world’s cold, probably why I stay in battle mode |
I would love to touch your ego |
European, latin or negro |
Rap Evil Knievel, but I ain’t evil |
It’s all nice, especially with the mic device |
When it’s in my hand it’s like throwin the trick dice |
It’s the worldwide underground heist |
And what I’mma give back is more than suffice |
Pour me over ice and drink to think |
You’re only as strong as your weakest — |
I dwell amonst the deepest |
As long as there’s speakers I make songs for the peoples |
I push the ink, who gives a f what they think |
It’s tight now, wait until I iron out the kinks |
It’s tied down, wait until I iron out the kinks |
.Wait until I iron it all out, it’s gon' be cool |
But like I said I want everybody to be able to do they thing successfully |
This goes out to all you shallow rappers |
Bottom-of-the-bottle rappers |
Spit-and-swallow rappers, hollow rappers |
Love-to-follow rappers, Apollo rappers |
And rah-rah rappers, yeah, all that, yeah |
To all you Big Willie rappers, silly rappers |
'My-mack-milli' rappers, smoke-a-Philly rappers |
Illy-illy, killy-killy rappers |
Not really rappers |
Yeah, all you signed rappers |
Blind-to-what's-goin-on-behind rappers |
Crime rappers, 'I'm-in-my-prime' rappers |
Part-time rappers, one of a kind rappers, too |
Yeah, you wanna go around the world, but you got a half tank |
You wanna paint a perfect picture but ain’t got no paint |
But I’m the painter with the brush and the easel |
I like to rush em and I hit em with the?? |
fleezle? |
I got a stick of dynamite, you got a stick of gum |
He tried to chew it up before I blew it up, it’s done |
It’s done, it’s done, it’s done… |
(«What I mean is basically there’s no one |
The hunt for an MC brings investigation») |