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millertski - old school lyrics

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[verse 1]
the message ain’t a thing to rappers
they just brush it off like it don’t matter
wanna talk about money ’cause they have it
not the struggle of getting it, you should be put in a casket
the beat is the fattest but the message is still important
when they get into the rap, it’s the message that needs the pouring
not the liquor in the stirofoam cup but you f-cks wanna keep doing that, yup!
i don’t doubt it, you are highly doubted, you don’t give a sh-t about it
so you keep to yourself and start shouting
very loud and hounding, you’re always looking up to the stars
’cause you wanna go so far, that’s a metaphor
so that you can now see my bars, this sh-t ain’t very hard
you just gotta have a mind, you just gotta know how to write
you just gotta know how to rhyme, you just gotta know how to time
but y’all don’t know any of that
so you wanna play like you’re still busting caps in people’s -sses
you wanna look good for the m-sses
but somehow the fans of hip hop and so called rap just give you p-sses
i’ll shoot you back until you’re not famous like an elastic
rubber band, this the supply of thunder man
yet you still wonder man, but i still put myself under fans demand
because they keep my career going, and help it
yo’ rear’s showing, but you’re helpless
and still as selfish as the wealth is but
i still would like you to know that i’m selfless

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[verse 2]
what’s happenin’? we need to find rap again
instead of these fools claiming that they packin’
but they only pack hits and don’t do the rappin’
i got a heart full of hatred and the bars is the thing i’m raising
i’m raising it like it was a young kid, man f-ck these young b-tches
who have their names all r-t-rded
they need to get off and get the f-ck away
before i get me and my boys to reign on they parade
like how me, unknown and gavin did to mwh
this b-tch is and will always be lame
he don’t got a chance to win, here i’ll just give up an advance, no sins
’cause you lost yo’ chance b-tch, you’re chanceless and flowless
drop the beat on ’em like the rapper; “they don’t, they don’t know”
b-tch
i’m spazzin’ on a beat where i should be plainly rapping
that’s what everybody wanna say, but they all just f-ckin’ gay
f-ckin’ around, tryna get the gun so that they can spray
now, let’s do some funk and turn up the crunk
now i want everybody to jump, jump, jump, jump
put yo’ fists in the air and pump, pump, pump, pump
before i see a bunch of punks, c-nts and chumps and runts
i’m a take this blonde wh-r- and smack the dunce out of her pours
and take my b-tt and rub it all over the floor after i just sh-t on her floor

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