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nick xl - rotoscope lyrics

[intro: sample]
“here’s what i think of the lottery, i think+
it’s like, when you play the lottery
sometimes you win and sometimes you lose
but it’s better than using drugs or alcohol
because when you use drugs or alcohol, especially drugs
you always lose”

[verse 1: nick xl & robotic voice]
got a martian on the pad and mixin’ (d0ny)
way i hit ’em, like it’s crack from the kitchen
i ain’t havin to mention, i keep the spoon in the pot
hop out the coup, stupid, you ain’t got no rugers and opps
you got losers in your crew so in the stu’ it’s a wash
so when i shoot, it ain’t computers, it go through you like cloth (boom)
i’m a pessimest, rapping, we need less of it
i was drawn to rap because of those who set the precident
of rolling up and takin f+ckin’ chains just for the heck of it
then tom created mysp+ce and sh+t got desolate
wack rappers masked up as backpackers in blog posts
these b+st+rds are just bad actors and pac quotes
if they wanna book ’em there, show they ass to sugar bear
said that they woulda took it there, found they ass too cooked to care
i don’t look up to rappers, just wil e. coyote
paintin’ tunnels on a crag and shootin’ pyro at kony
i’ma keep uppin’ the price to hit new heights like i’m sony
and sell 1 copy and retire off a pile of bologni
and kick the buyer’s window in and take his nikes like ‘you owe me’
and if he fuss, i’ll pull a bus thats filled with 5 of my homies
[cartoonish fighting sound fx]

[interlude: sample]
“biggity+bam
the motherf+cker is rubble”

[verse 2: nick xl]
the cat had dragged me in this b+tch and now the cat’ll drive me home i hope
i just popped a bean and now i’m bushed and i feel rotoscoped
if i knew yall was packin heat, i’d bring a pack of colder coke
(get it?)
i’m an old soul with older jokes
young john marston dumpin a cop’s carcass
y’all ain’t got the raw when you copying off marcus

[refrain: nick xl]
do a little dip
swing the hip, shake the dust a little bit

[verse 3: nick xl]
got outta bed feelin’ dread, bout to storm your apartment
i’m in london, got ’em wonderin’ what is in my compartment
you don’t really wanna start, you’ll be amiss when it’s done
i’m comin’ out, lookin’ like a f+ckin’ little big pun
i’m finna put him on his ass, if he yappin’, like bam bigelow
we know you ain’t trappin’, we seen in it on d+mn video
you had a couple little ones, now you feelin’ little though
mad, cause i got more talent than you in my little toe
funny how they go from cash out to crash out
and drop a sh+ll like raphael with his ass out
went from c+notes and now its minor d notes
n0body tryna hear a rap of meme trash and reposts
was evangelical ’till a jekyll ingested me
now i’m on some angellica, smack a b+tch that dont gel with me
jookin the jaguar through the jamboree, i’m the jam to see
beats me why the jury dont wanna chat with me
[outro: sample]
“sh+t, b+tch
we’re gonna bust up that stage like a high school kegger”

- nick xl lyrics

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