j.real hip hop - charlie & the machine/thankgodigotit lyrics
[intro]
(charlie chaplin’s speech from “the great dictator”)
verse 1
they say p-ssy & paper is poetry, power & pistols!/
plottin’ on murdering motherf-ckers before they get you/
empty entire magazines if you got issues/
those missiles tow you right to the reaper so he can kiss you/
now if you from the trap & you did that, then n-gga gon’ spit that/
but half of you lame -ss n-ggas ain’t live that!/
half of you plain -ss b-tches can’t spit raps!/
so like heinz, i’mma flip you n-ggas lids back, b-tch!/
and when it came to the bars, i didn’t ever give a f-ck!/
and i put that on my hoodies & my dirty red chucks!/
i’ve been waiting, rhyming, playing, vibing since them cambridge daaaaays!/
tevin, ching, & bryan with me getting lyrics microwaved!/
aye, these n-ggas can’t rap! what they doing?! shut em’ up!/
put that basic sh-t doooown! f-ck with me & come with us!/
these n-ggas dumb! these n-ggas wack!/
and these n-ggas rich? well, they just got jacked!/
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it’s that young wizard spiting words out, i’m stunting on burn out!/
the kid that you done heard bout’, and these women need to learn bout!/
these rappers just been worried bout’, i’m wildin’ with my perm out!/
i’ve come to murder it! who’s subservient? i’m turn em’ into…/
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verse 2
i could spit words in a tenth of a second, it take for you to get/
stripped of a necklace & brake before you checked by them k!llers they young & restless/
the way i hit with pens, i’m bowling! so they wanna check me off like cold drinks!/
and wanna break me off with no links, like i lost at zelda!/
y’all f-cking stupid! that’s why i don’t bump y’all music!/
and so there’s no confusion, i’m talking to [your favorite rapper]/
wanna know why i rapper harder? i’m an animal like an aardvark!/
and i’m smarter! (seriously, i’ve been studying cold fusion as a hobby, it’s pretty awesome)/
when it comes to spitting bars, i don’t ever give a f-ck!/
and i put that on the 9! north villery where i grew up!/
i been scoping, learning, focused, working, since my days at glade!/
with my notebook; wrote them verses spitting back in 7th grade!/
aye these n-ggas can’t rap! shut em down & f-ck em’ up!/
stop that basic -ss sound! if you real you run with us!/
y’all team trash! go pop a f-cking molly!/
then turn up, turn up, turn up dead around some f-cking body!/
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bridge
thank god i’ve got it!
thank god i’ve got it!
thank god i’ve got it!
thank god i’ve got it!
new raps look like thousand dollar bills! thank god i’ve got it!/
king midas i am with all my sk!lls! thank god i’ve got it!/
a 150 on them wheels of steel! thank god i’ve got it!/
they say that they’ve been looking for the real! thank god i’ve got it!/
i’ve got some new places to see, got a few rappers to k!ll/
i’ve got a million working all after my sk!lls! thank god i’ve got it!/
i’ve got some f-cuk boys hating, i’ve got a few bad deals!/
i’ve got some stocks stacking racks off all they hear! thank god i’ve got it!/
i’ve got some new beats to sell, i’ve got a couple albums i wrote/
i’ve got a backpack full of tracks i sling like dope! they on like c0ke!/
i’ve got a couple women on me, i’ve got a little time to spend!/
i did this all and got y’all n-ggas tricked again! thank god i’ve got it!/
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