Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fuck Rappers, artist - Planet Asia. Album song Black Belt Theatre, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 27.02.2012
Record label: Greenstreets Entertainment
Song language: English
Fuck Rappers |
| Fuck rappers, ban 'em like flavored Dutch Masters |
| Your cuts after I listen to 'em with much laughter |
| Champagne slush my campaign Krush |
| Grooving, powder Peruvian, black Nubian manoeuver |
| I’m like Max Julien to Cougars, with more racks than Hooters |
| Wasn’t for rap I’d probably be head of the pack |
| Pass the straps to shooters |
| Pockets lacking Gouda, that’s when niggas pack the Ruger |
| I caught a cool run, my crew runs shit, Hilltop Hustling logic |
| Rock your pillbox, I still got a couple of projects |
| Niggas can’t fuck with my accomplishments |
| The Don is supreme sonic, Ebonic, speaking in phonics |
| Reminiscing on hand to hand, running from big knots |
| Now it’s G&Gs all over my silk top |
| Amongst trappers, in the cuts we clutch clappers |
| Ain’t another nigga die for nigga, fuck rappers |
| Fuck rappers, niggas 'posed to been dead |
| Bled through the Band-Aid, I’m Pinhead |
| Hell raising, I lay blades Clive Barker and Wes Craven |
| My neck’s craving, I savor the flavor |
| It’s savoir faire save my fear for the saviour |
| For all the rest of y’all I got a bomb, Jaeger |
| Especially you rappers, fuck all of y’all |
| Fast forward then backwards, sick chiropractor |
| I’m hot like the sand out in Cairo, a pyro |
| Maniac, a klepto, braniac I’m zany |
| Pop it like a Xanie, declare war, Cheney |
| My ho is like Claire Huxtable, hard lustable |
| All these rap niggas gassed up, combustible |
| Feminine internet niggas, fucking weirdos |
| Me and Planet Asia like Albert Anastasia |
| But we Asiatic, original fabric |
| Never fabricated, ain’t got it, never had it |
| Used to play ball now you want to be a rapper |
| You know what, fuck rappers |
| We puff puff past 'em, turn niggas to blunt ashes |
| Consider me retro and vintage |
| I’m blowing dro out in Venice |
| A role model and my role is simple |
| That’s captivate your soul and control your mental |
| Teach you how to hold a pistol |
| Go to Nobu and order the whole menu |
| Glow like I wrote it with a solid gold pencil |
| G shit, cause thorough is how I keep it |
| Niggas know, every block every borough, it ain’t a secret |
| Flow rare like the first hair on a Mona Lisa |
| Check your intellect cause you’re in front of a teacher |
| I roll the kind of reefer that’ll give you amnesia |
| Don’t believe it well roll up a gram and have a damn seizure |