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hidemen - all star reject (music video) lyrics

all star reject

[hook: wira munir]
all star reject (uh!)
i never got a cheque (never got a cheque!)
all star reject (what? no!)
i never ever had the chance to (ah, f-ck!)
all star reject (okay! okay!)
i never got a cheque (never got a cheque!)
all star reject (f-ck that)
i never ever had the chance to (yuh!)

[verse 1: wira munir]
act live at a good bar
i never spat any good bars
the rap game is thick
i’m just an all star
reject those with an accent
all my effort’s gone past tense
walk in the crowd feeling all tensed
it’s so immense
seeing twitter peeps blowing up
their words hardly show up
as who they are
and what they do
talking about stealing chicks
or getting rich
like, who the f-ck do they think
they are, dude?
like what, what?

[verse 2: mattgnaw]
all star reject
start to attack
never been the one to ask, “who?”
feeling so sick
antibiotic
but i’m still on this sh-t
just to follow the clique
just to follow the vibes or the feels
f-ck with the sh-t that ain’t real
outcasted with no one to deal
out-bested by every ordeal
been so intense
lack of amends
wira munir could never really dance
(what the f-ck did you say, you f-cking b-tch?)
clowning!

[hook: wira]
all star reject (uh!)
i never got a cheque (never got a cheque!)
all star reject (what? no!)
i never ever had the chance to (ah, f-ck!)
all star reject (okay! okay!)
i never got a cheque (never got a cheque!)
all star reject (f-ck that)
i never ever had the chance to (yuh!)

[dialogue: qush jr]
yo, if like…
if any of you are like..
if-
if like…
like, uh…
ah, f-ck it

[verse 3: qush jr]
it’s good that i’m changing my past life
forgetting that i have a bad side
thinking we blind just like bat’s eyes
mercedes releasing the oxide
i k!ll it then run up just like a phantom
filling up the checks, red hat, you know i’m santa
talking molecules, b-tch you are just an atom
i’m an all star reject, b-tch that is my anthem

[verse 4: hu$$y]
yuh, i’m an all star reject
got it covered, zip-lock bag
all this sh-t tucked in, pre-packed
stop pretending, stop the act
we be all star like we chuck taylors
we be on par, f-ck, we ain’t no failures
outcast, never had a chance
past tense cos we finna get these benz

[hook (slowed): wira]
all star reject
i never got a cheque
all star reject
i never ever had the chance to

see and be

[verse 1: wira]
maybe you accept your crowd by the face
don’t care about no key
only care about race
guess life’s a marathon
and i’m still last place
but just like the turtle
i’ll eventually pick up the pace
don’t apologise to me when you’ve settled late
i’ve chosen my own fate
i’d rather stay this way
than have to spend my time and my money
on a group of fakes
throw dimes on this bunch of flakes

[hook: hu$$y]
see me running on the street (check!)
no, i do not sip no lean (nah)
i’m boutta cop some green (yuh!)
see and be, i ain’t coming clean (f-ck that!)
see me running on the street (check, check!)
no, i do not sip no lean (nah)
i’m boutta cop some green (ay)
see and be, i ain’t coming clean (f-ck that!)

[verse 2: qush jr]
i ain’t coming clean, i’m about to finesse
i guess, you’re just a phony
who you tryna impress?
a captain, acting over reacting
imagine counterfeit seeking for attention
i come and i go
i’m on a roll
got a cheque
i need some more, huh
money ain’t comin in slow
got everything on my own, aye, yuh
i realised our real eyes can never tell those real lies
well, besides, motherf-cker, i’m certified

[verse 3: mattgnaw]
my neck like yellow
i got golf on my sh-t
f-ck designer brands
i got golf on my cons
my sh-t too weird for the m-sses
i’m too much like tyler
imma end up on a mattress
they sleep on my sh-t too fire
my job’s here to inspire, all the kids in the streets
all the ones who wanted to be like those on the beats
the really hard ones, the ones who made to the top
my kid, it’s make it or break it
believe or fall of the block

[verse 4: hu$$y]:
my notes be all red but they ain’t blue
close it off, barricade, don’t wanna get the flu
i don’t got a big body, but i’ll body you
you best believe, my pockets ain’t skinny, fool
i make what you make in two days, in two hours
so hold up, wait, dont get too sour
i be on the roll cos i’m getting higher
you know for a fact that you lower

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