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kyle travis - fat lip lyrics

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[intro] (pulp fiction)

“you ever seen that show cops? well i was watching it one time & there was this, this cop on, he was talking about, about this, this gunfight he had in the hallway with this guy, right?
& he just unloaded on this guy.”

[verse: kyle travis]

if i’ve got a mic, then i promise i’ve got a chance
if a rapper thinks he’s got the juice, then i would tie his hands
and maybe chance the rapper. but really where’s all the danger
in a world where metaphors have practically become a stranger
to these so called rappers. soap operas in action
i just roll on past & hope i gather no reaction
that attention that i seek is not from people who don’t know the roots
i’ve spent that attention they switching sides just like a rubik’s cube
they looking around. i cannot imagine what i would be like
if i couldn’t write. i’d probably be saddened or playing madden with some catnip
rocking out to some fat-lip, instead of bumping illmatic
in fact, i’d probably be respected, but where is the fun in that?
i’d rather be underestimated than overestimated
a candidate in the game, that if you win they’ve gotta face it
so face up. i run it, so lace up
the boy as cold as isis, other words i blow the place up. i’m ate up
we in the same game, but i’m eight up, your fade sucks
i’m rolling clean, the dopest without a fiend
while i pick my lyric pieces your lyrics they just get picked to pieces
you roll the paper but the part you do not see
is that i picked the thesis. hard to admit it like it’s got a problem
i’m rockin’ i got em’ like dr. dre, they charlamagne
asking blunt questions, i dump elegance spit relevance
with heaven sent incentives, sticking with that fourth element
i had to make this so they know just what my motive is
i will not attack unless i’m provoked, then it’s over with
yeah. now tell me who do you know
that drops a bomb like this on tapes you got a problem with

[outro] (pulp fiction)

“marvin, what do you make of all this?” “man, i don’t even
have an opinion.” “well you’ve got to have an opinion! i mean do you think god came down from heaven & stop-” -gunshot-



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