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buddha monk - i'm not a rapper lyrics

[intro: babyface fensta]
yeah, the name of this joint right here is “i’m not a rapper”
so, don’t ask me to freestyle, cuz my style ain’t free
{-burp-} you pig {-hiccup-} chk-chu
bless you, kazunt-te {-coughing-}

[babyface fensta]
let me clear my throat, that’s all you wrote?
ya pen is cold, the ink flows from a ballpoint
you ain’t got a sure grip, soul train
roscoe p. coltrane, it’s hazard, duke
shook, scared to look when i shoot game
my park brothers ego’s quick
tick, tick, and boom! blow up they spot
i sell death, so i guess i’m cursed
but my fam is eating, so what’s worse?
let ’em starve, or sacrifice, dead man walking
i hear you talking but you can’t fit my timbs
i ain’t a freestyler, i’m a writer
i need to get paid for my sh-t

[hook: babyface fensta]
yo, i’m not a rapper, i’m a lyricist
you keep freestyling on 106, i’mma keep getting dough on east 1-5th
a fist full of dollars, sipping henny with a b-tch
poetic when i spit it, i think fifteen times before i write it
i’m a hip hop recording artist

[babyface fensta]
yo, so what it ain’t written?
you still smitten with my style, unorthodox, wild
you freestyling? just rhyming? is you receiving a cheque?
oh, you just do this for rep, you ain’t getting no plaques
ask supernatural, ya easy flow could be found in the source
you make people laugh {-laughs-}, you should be a comedian
you make everybody so happy, def jam comedy champion
i call you re-run, a sit-com in syndication
i turn ya station, cuz i seen ya show before
off-broadway play, ya style ain’t grow up yet to join the big show
you spit too salty, i spray tracks with pepper
haha, the joker, poke ya with a hot poker
brand polka dots on ya grill, get the charcoil
i’m roasted to snap up, a bunch of rappers that took the bait
hook, line and sinker, you stinker

[hook]

[babyface fensta]
i turn fans, into the spectacular spider-man
have ’em all climbing the walls, green goblins
bunch of mad scientists, the motion of my wrist traps you flies in my web
spin the barrel, c-ck the hammer, pull the trigger
what is we playing, you figure?
if it’s war, i’m in the trenches
rocking war paint, disguise my face, i’m the saint
surprise, i splash ajax in the eyes of wiseguys

[hook 2x]

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