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ndoctrinate - beach house lyrics

[verse 1]
i’m like the young dr. raden about to save the world from this whole rap
famine
you rappers think you good but you were really never famin’
so put me in the booth i be the real one flaming
your rap game’s a lost cause its got to many flaws
not enough applause, you should stop and push pause like…
i don’t make sense i just make dollars so that get me the benz to roll with the
ballers
i flow tighter than your jeans, they think i’m vegetarian with all of my greens
in my pocket but i will always rock it because i never stop because i am like a rocket
i’m always heavy stepping cause the mic is my weapon;
even when i’m dub stepping my music’s still reflecting all the way back in
1996 when rappers were rapping just for kicks, not for radio hits
just
for the fun of it, but then the money got in the way ruined the partay

[hook]
i be beach house chillin
like a beach house villain
can’t stop the feeling
got me up to the ceiling
and it’s natural disaster records and ndoctrinate

[verse 2]
can you hear that toot
yeah that’s the kanye flute
so now we in cahoots
wearing gucci suits with the gucci boots
and we got more gucci than patrizio’s room
and if practice makes it perfect
than you can call me practice cause that’s just how i work it
and i never throw up unless it’s hands or money
or after hearing your album that was nothing but bumpy
staying fresh like the coffee in my cup
so i buy a new lambo everyday to freshin up
black and white nikes like im stepping on oreos
fans keeep me cool like my last name’s coolio
and i don’t got haters just naysayers
but when they hear me rap they become fish filatyers
if you say you rap better than me then you must be talking about presents
because all you hippity hoppers can’t finish a sentence

[hook]

[verse 3]
i’m back at it like a snack addict
and attack this whole rap like a silly rabbit
which means i’m doing ollies and flips
because tricks are for kids not for rappers with carrots
you wear your rap name on your rap chain
just to remember it so that you won’t forget
you can’t steal the spotlight from me
when you can’t even afford one yet, you get that, that’s that uh
i’m in tip-top shape
ya’ll rappers are still out getting tip-top hate
and i got more dough than the neighborhood baker
and if hip-hop’s in danger i’ll be the rap savior
you spit too much in the mic
your concert’s front seats are the splash zone type
and your just an imposter even your shadows are fake
you ain’t a monsta i make you weak like pasta
even when i’m cooking up lasagna
and what else would you expect
i’ve got so much ice i’ve got alaska on my neck
south pole on my chest, north face at my waist
and more than a uni verse at my breath
and forget about swag i’ve been straight sw-nking for a whole week
from the weekend to weekend leaving you rappers still stuck at the week end
ha ha

[hook]

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