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