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arteezy – writer’s block part ii lyrics

[intro]

-art–zy’s phone rings-

[art–zy]
what’s up?

[not-b]
art–zy

[art–zy]
yeah

[not-b]
i heard people say that you’ve been wack lately
and since you’re real, you agreed with them
disagree with them today, and, and show them why

[art–zy]
yeah

[not-b]
and, and, you can do it
and i know you can do it
it’s in you art–zy

[rap false start]

okay, art–zy and ngema on the beat, we.. we… errrr… errr… no…

okay, okay, okay…
okay, riders on this beat, we… we…
ah d-mnit…
can i, can i please go one more time?
i won’t disappoint this time, please, please…

okay, i’ll go this time, okay, okay

[verse 1]

d-mn! didn’t know how to start
i know for sure this rap ain’t gone top no chart
i’m sick and tired of those f-cktards sending my song over bbm
you’re lucky that rap money doesn’t need to feed me yeah
f-ck feeding me, you know i’m always hungry
power hungry really wasn’t really power packed with any puns please
save me the please quit details until i’ve reached 25
cause imma keep k!lling tracks and imma make em die
like diana when she did her hair and dyed it brown
then took 20 buck notes and went to town
got mugged by a skinny -ss n-gga using a ceramic cup
he did it to get to me so now the n-gga after us

after me? his song after mine in the charts
his song simple, simpler than simpson, but he ain’t cool as bart

sh-t, he just another n-gga that will come and go
only time i wanna come and go is if i ever f-ck your ho
then leave her, as if i’m eliminating a barren tree
i would murder that b-tch if she told me she digested a baby
i wanna spike a girl drink at a party
maybe strengthen the alcohol or put molly
that’s when the real party begins
we won’t even give a f-ck about how it will end
i’ll have fun, like how i’m having fun on this song
have fun like nate reuss, tonight we are young
unlike janelle monae, she busy at prime time
fun after prime time is the best time
crazy -ss n-gga, c.a.n., can, that’s how cool i am
but after a n-gga gone lay dope rhymes like this, you gone say i’m cooler than a can
do what you can, do what you can’t, ain’t no difference in who i am
cause i bodied these motherf-ckas so hard on this beat as if i gave them bodyslams

you say you’re hot, how many times you’ve called the fire truck?
i got a homeboy named firetruck and i call that guy a lot
i call him, that implies a lot
may i ask if that will imply that i am hot
you said “you’ll never be like us hot fathers, you’re a kid, a minor tot”
i asked “do you know that the hottest stars are the minor stars?”
i belong to another galaxy, maybe samsung
just like your iq n-gga, my swag is that dumb

oh, about the firetruck, as red as some red head hoes
wanna hang with me and my friends, no problemo
first thing you do, say h-e-l-l-o
ngema on the beat makes fresh beats, u.o.e.n.o
n-o to whack raps, good lyrics are like a fat -ss
you can read em anytime man, and you can fanta-
size of that -ss is too big for that girl
i wanna use it, like an app on app world
maybe google play will do a good job
she got a man? i will steal her and get him robbed
his name is nimrod, he’s a rip off, you should get rid of him

ngema on the beat is more creative than writing
of english, bbm ping this, vibration, that’s an illness of hypo-
thermia, that’s only cause my flow is kinda cold
your style is kinda old, now it’s rotten it got mold
i wanna be dope i wanna be smoked
i want my raps to have that in your face taste explosion like a c4
made of sugar, the bomb not me, but your girl says i’m sweet
proud of that? maybe i should make a honey factory
where i’ll produce little girls that are sweeter than me

yeah, but ain’t no f-ck n-gga gone try to f-ck her
if he even tries to touch her, f-ck him, imma bring a g-y guy to f-ck him
tuck him, into a heated blanket in summer
if not, then he is gonna taste 100 knuckles
f-ck that sh-t, i’m watching a funny show
they were making jokes about an i-want-money-ho
i want money ho, if not i’m taking your cell phone
i heard you carry an xpress music, i wanna express my feelings with a belt ho
the same way i manipulate english, is how i’ll manipulate you
i wanna date you, rape you then make you
a junior version, i want custody of her for bedtime, she’s mine now
i didn’t even sign in to this rap, but i’ll sign out

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