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s-pat - rp3 lyrics

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[verse 1]
tune out that other sound, take a sec, listen in
s-pats goin’ to town making up a wishing list
fat man with his bags better drop ‘em all, sneaking in
i’m about to go ham, rappin’ for this sh-t again!

you know that i’m ‘bout throw down
hit that sh-t hard now its outta f-ckin’ bounds
ur rappers like little bo peep, stepping up to battle but can never make a sound

and imma rap another f-ckin’ round
smilin real big lookin like a f-ckin’ clown
but you can’t deny that my yearly raps are boss
huh on the track, call that rochester ross

rochester’s top, keep it clean like flynt flossy
speedin’ in a stick, red signs can’t even stop me
rappings my hobby, and i’m chillin’ at the top b
yeah i got that christmas flow, sing it for my raas team

secret raasta, lemme tell you ‘bout my wish list
plastic-wrapped toothpicks for my t–th you know that’s a quick fix
don’t have very good balance, so don’t and buy me a rip stick
ignore anything sameer and rishi say, those both are f-ckin’ dipsh-ts

i’m a big fan, of stuff that has to do with sp-ce
when it comes to chocolate, know that i would love a taste
“one day you’ll get diabetes”, that’s the sh-t my father’d say
but i’m doin’ alright, make insulin a ok

speakin of which, lemme define g-ymeer g-ymsie
lives with me in riverview, studying that bme
400s my room number and i live in rv b
don’t bother with the elevator, that sh-t always smells like pee

korras tight but i love that bolin
every time a hear a track i cannot help but go in
i’m hot as h-ll and these embers aren’t gonna ever smolder
sheridans on weekdays, my brain is never sober

imma go and let a second go by
let the track breathe a little before i take off to the sky

[verse 2]
i’m a dragon breathing fire on this f-cking verse
always sayin’ that i’m gonna k!ll ‘em like i’m driving around the f-cking he-rs-
got good friends beside me telling me that i’m always the worst
but i know that she loves that sh-t cuz imma always come in first

first place in this race
you’re absolutely zero like a vacuum sp-ce
i’m all about succeeding, what can i say?
speaking my mind, i could speak me all day

rap to win, i’m not ever gonna play
this is bout to be an anthem that you’ll always want to play
back to the intro like i’m writing essays
when they ask about me what the h-ll’m i gonna say?

i say, i’m dancing on that rochester raas
whenever we perform the crowd erupts in applause
compet-tion zone, we don’t dance with any flaws
screamin’ don’t be a b-tch while i’m grabbing on my b-lls

s-pat, sp, that’s me
goin’ hard on this beat, on that rp3
it’s a potluck scheme, filled with riddles and things
wouldn’t trade it for the world, its something the world has never seen

got a flow you’ve only heard of in your dreams
gonna ken jeong the future, mds only just a thing
i’m the greatest; don’t you this hand’d look good with a ring?
but i know one things for sure; you’ll never get to hear me sing

i’m not a singer
run harder than the ringer
hope you’ve learned some stuff about me
mr. kris kringle

this song was for my raasta so i say thank you
rp3, you know i live to make these great tunes

- s pat lyrics

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