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kyle spear [artist] - not a rapper lyrics

narrator
(so what you’re telling me is that i need to make a song to tell everyone i’m not a rapper?, well, what the f+ck is this whole cd about?, that’s what i’m doing, rapping, i’m a rapper!..)
i.v
(no, you’re not a rapper, you sing but you’re not a singer, you mix but you’re not a mixer & you rap but you’re not a rapper, since you’re obviously high on more than just the nostalgia bud thinking you’re ‘real’ you might as well release something that’s real for once..)
narrator
(y’know what?, f+ck you man..)

[intro]
i’m not a rapper, i’m not that good.. (not that good..)
i just adapt to be understood.. (to be understood..)
i’m not an artist, i just sing for fun.. (just for fun..)
i was never meant to be the one.. (the one, the one, the one, the one..)

[verse 1]
learned i could rap, it must’ve been 2012, hot in the summer in mom’s garage where i used to dwell, a friend of mine was rhyming, i was enticed & we put together some verses on a laptop & a busted mic, we hit record & it struck a chord in me when i’d spoken, a streak of years of quiet & shyness suddenly broken, was always “emo kid” or “he don’t fit” or “why’s he silent?”, teachers like “neat+o kid, you oughta publish what you’re writing”..

[hook]
godd+mn, i’m not sure of who i am.. (who i am..)
this music sh+t i do was unplanned..
godd+mn, since you might misunderstand.. (misunderstand..)
i’m no artist, rapper or musician.. (no musician..)

[verse 2]
so putting my words over instrumentals was exciting, i felt so lifted & invigorated, high & mighty, i kept recording & writing til morning almost nightly, the liquor, weed & women never had trouble to find me, my life was brighter, i became a songwriter, wow!, i put an ep on a cd & handed it out, never thought that anyone would listen, just look at me now, i just realized they’re listening, d+mn, i said that sh+t out loud?..
stepped back & noticed in the aftermath of otis i was desperate to create so maybe rap was my escape but on the track i’d just relate to all the other kids my age, not like i really lived the life i claimed, i changed my name to cookie thinking it was joking, i’m no rapper, i’m a poser, supposed to be a lonely nerd & a constant smoker, i’m mediocre at rapping, singing & mixing music so go ahead & just pigeonhole me for what i’m doing..
[hook]
godd+mn, i’m not sure of who i am.. (who i am..)
this music sh+t i do was unplanned.. (ooo..)
godd+mn, since you might misunderstand.. (misunderstand..)
i’m no artist, rapper or musician.. (no musician..)

narrator
(ok, so what the f+ck was the point in that?!, like, everybody probably thinks i’m a r+t+rd..)
i.v
(& by ‘everybody’ you mean all 5 of your listeners, right?..)
narrator
(man, y’know what?, f+ck you, i’m so sick of your sh+t dude..)
i.v
(here, just spark this up & let’s move on to the next f+cking song, ok?, quit being a little b+tch about it..)
narrator
(alright dude f+cking give me that sh+t & just shut up.., what the f+ck man?!.., godd+mn dude, this sh+t’s a lot f+cking stronger than last time man.., oh f+ck, i feel like..)

- kyle spear artist lyrics

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