| Whatever happened to the emcee
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| Times done changed for the emcee
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| And if he rap, I know he gotta be buzzed
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| If you don’t know somebody who rap
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| You know somebody who does
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| It’s prob’ly one of your cousins or dude up the block
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| Dropped a couple of albums or moved up a notch
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| Swallow it up or I don’t slack on writing commence
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| To eating motherfuckers like Attack on Titan it’s real
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| I see you headed for your doom, interscope and
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| These lesser niggas searching for the moon in the ocean
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| My third eye’s open, inner vision in 3D
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| It’s killer city, Missouri murdering 'em on GP
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| So fuck 'em all with a condom and I’m a nympho
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| This ain’t no conversation, no common knowledge no info
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| I’m going in and it don’t
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| Matter who get offended, this shit is premeditated
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| So if I said it, I meant it
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| I dropped in just to say what up
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| Hip hop chuckled to itself and it created us
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| Laugh now but y’all dogs better rabie up
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| Cause on a real, ball hogs never made us much
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| My group precipitates skill, shade by the deal
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| Fools forget to play still chasing dollar bills
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| I’m feeling great fail if you cruising it’s a race
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| You hit the brakes bail if you knew what it would take
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| To make sales, no run up on the state sales
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| My face pale, made a come up on some hate mail
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| It’s all subtle boy, I hope you enjoy the rebuttal
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| Where with the trouble I just shrug when I point to the rubble
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| My coin stack, prepare the appointed task
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| They avoided the facts, I’m disappointed but back buoyant
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| I let him know that that soiling is rap poison
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| Comma for selling Belladonna I’ll tell him Ill be out
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| Bring it right back
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| There’s more and I’m a need a night cap
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| Emcees be bugging me I need a fly trap
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| I’m fly as fuck, I look at you and see a piece of white trash
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| That got you heated, my bad
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| If I can beat him scrapping, I’m a stab him, leave a white gash
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| They leak and he gon need a dry rag
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| An ice pack, an eye patch, a life raft
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| I drown him in a pool of blood
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| I’m truly underground, I write my rhymes inside of my shaft
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| Frame by frame I stutter the game, it’s like I seen a time lapse
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| And every lake is just as bad, I can’t look past the traffic jam
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| Test the rappers they won’t ever pass the class exam
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| Blazing like I lit a match and had a can of gas in hand
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| You make me mad on stage, I’ll backhand a bitch like afro man
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| Snap a wrench in half and discipline you like a kid again
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| We stomping basic bitches need some titties and an ass implant
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| Cold blooded like I’m trapped beneath an avalanche
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| Keep bragging 'bout your record deal, I’ll jack you 'fore you catch a fan
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| Bitch
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| You can’t be the best emcee if someone else is writing your raps |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Rubble , by - CES Cru. Song from the album Catastrophic Event Specialists, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп