Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bitch Rappers & Metaphors, artist - Joe Budden. Album song Mood Muzik Vol. 1, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 16.09.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Amalgam, Stage One
Song language: English
Bitch Rappers & Metaphors |
Whoaaa… yeah, it’s your boy Jumpoff Beezy a.k.a. Regular Joe a.k.a. That Dude |
Shout out to all the mixtape DJs and shit |
Stack, what up nigga |
Webb, turn my vocals up a little bit |
See, what we gonna do is we gonna rhyme like the other niggas and shit |
With the bullshit rhymes, putting a whole bunch of words together just because |
And niggas is really listening to that shit like, «Yo, he’s hot»…NOT |
I think niggas might have forgot what the word «hot» is |
Fucking with all these metaphor niggas with the bullshit like |
«I'm flat like plasma» |
«I smoke like forest fires» and all this dumb shit |
«I'm cool like AC’s» |
«I bang like bangers»…ha…some dumb shit |
SO… we gonna have to teach niggas how to rap again |
Niggas might have forgot -- go ahead and help them out |
We recording… ARE WE RECORDING??? |
All right -- just making sure, man |
Its, its, its that on top music!!! |
Ok, moving on now -- we done with the no names |
Now put the purple in the air like soul plane |
Point blank when hammers is out |
I’ll have it right up on your skin -- it’s like the plastic on your grandma |
couch |
In the hood somebody’s telling, cops cuff and arresting |
So its somebody else besides Usher confessing |
Spray y’all clip team |
Y’all broke but the day y’all get cream is the day y’all meet the AR-15 |
Jason Bourne niggas sent right after a guy |
The dudes that say word to they seed right after they lie |
So when I spot 'em or see 'em |
I’mma play the graveyard realtor in charge of every mausoleum |
Buying 900 gallons of dip |
In the crib the living room wall is 900 gallons of fish |
The block is fucked up, my son’s feeling is helpless |
I see why everybody in slum village is selfish. |
nigga |
Hard to imagine the game without me |
Even mixtapes just ain’t been the same without me |
And anytime beef is on or the heat is on |
I’m on some Nelly shit in New Jerz, getting my Eagle on |
Niggas wanna rep, better watch your back |
Even little niggas is jumping now they Robert Pack |
And there’s great artists out the struggling to get a joint across |
While wack niggas need nine minutues to get a point across |
When will you cowards learn, though? |
I only fuck chicks looking like they off the Howard Stern Show |
I love when black youths do they numbers and all |
Make hits to make them little kids run to the store |
But its like rappers ain’t got no hunger at all |
And niggas' albums don’t leave you with a hunger for more |
Say Joe, leave it alone -- accept it, they lost |
But I’m a addict -- got a problem with beating a dead horse, nigga |
Simple, man… see…two way ya boy next time you drop, man |
No more mixtapes hit the street without the kid on them |
Thats how we gonna do, y’all must’ve forgot like Roy Jones |
That’s one of then wack metaphors niggas be using, too |
Yo, I’m hot like the sun |
I am cooler than the other… oh yeah, nigga said that |
YOU AIN’T COOLER THAN THE OTHER SIDE OF THE PILLOW, NIGGA |