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new mayhem – gentrify lyrics

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[chorus:]
yeah, i make no mistakes, but then again i’ll crash the beamer
still they’re mad i’ve got the gas in car like i’m a lemur
surgical with verbicals, but still i’m breaking femurs
coffee way too black, in fact, so let’s toss in some creamer
game is way too lame, laid back, so let’s toss in a screamer
milquetoast boasts all too so+so, so let’s add misdemeanors
finally, if still unlively, let’s bring in the reaper
get them noses bleeding, eyeb+lls weeping, shaking seizures

[verse 1:]
yo, you know that i am whiter than that cool whip
by that virtue alone you know i’m gunning with a full clip
so if i rip and dip and leave just twenty tracks behind
i’ll basically have blessed the game like changing water into wine
like coal turned into gold, like swan from out of paper
i’m melting down the cookie cutters like berated baker
you see, i’ve got that special something, held discreetly in my bosom
that gon turn titan titanics into lots of flotsam jetsam
the average rapper’s dapper is a cliched trapper smatter
dreads, designer, ripped and limber, smoking timber, lift no fingers
you see, what the game needs, is not so much more ripped jeans
but really way more polos, cargos, cardigans and khakis
and also maybe beanies, or pumpkin flavored e+cigs
stuff i’m more familiar with, to lighten up the rap gig
not to say it’s worse the other way, just hard to relate
i mean, without people like me, is it really a safe sp+ce?
just needs a little upkeep, some touristry incentive
and sure, maybe taxes increase, change is always expensive!

[chorus:]
yeah, i make no mistakes, but then again i’ll ding the honda
still they’re mad i’m gonna overcharge like it’s a tesla
copycat with rapping act, but still i’m breaking ceilings
coffee way too black (way too black. disgusting)
game is way too boisterous, can we lower our voices?
and i don’t mean to brag, but i just went to des mo+i+nes
hit a local ethnic spot, and sniffed a habanero
got my nosie bleeding, eyeb+lls weeping, shrieking feral

[verse 2:]
you know what rapping needs? maybe a whole foods
you know what rappers need? to use their belt loops
if i’m not paying eight bucks for a grande nitro cold brew
then i’m not drinking sludge of coffee grinds mixed in a brown stew
if bars seem vaguely racist, then i’ll simply dismiss it
and redirect the convo with some violent crime statistics
opinions forged in karats, all my viewpoints cast in diamonds
and who cares about rhythm? at least i’m rhyming



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