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the real explicit - the making of a fan lyrics

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[explicit aka therealexplicit]

{intro}

yo uhh.. y’all in for a special treat tonight…

i like to call this 1 right here –

the making of a fan

cuz if you werent a fan before this…

you can bet ya f-ckin -ss you gon’ be 1 after

it’s ya boy explicit…

(clears throat)

yo…

(clears throat)

{verse 1}

yo this is how the making of a fan happens
you have jus climbed aboard explicit’s bandwagon
when it comes to rap there isnt much i am laggin’
im spitten fire – 1/2 man – 1/2 dragon
i am braggin’
i got fans naggin’
cuz they recognize my -ss like my pants saggin’
the biggest thing outta me state since the grand canyon
i’m bout to blow you all away like a hand cannon
i’m man handlin’ bad ramblin’ rappers
ya chance gamblin’ if ya battlin’ act is
less than fantastic
im gon’ smash it
snap back like elastic
and drop an instant cl-ssic
and everybody on
“the pad”
is gonna catch it
those long drastic contractions means ya gotcha -ss kicked
i’m feelin’ every kick drum & crash hit
pick up the mic & grasp it
& neva plan to p-ss it
my words are all explicit(www.explicitrap.com] & so graphic
hit you witta punchline so hard ya do a backflip
clever wit track tactics
neva wit mathematics
met em’ & have damaged
several wack f-ggets
can’t stop ima metal rap bandit
& if i flop i’ll embezzle – & jack fat chicks
i want ya whip, jewelery, & all ya scratch b-tch
dont make me make this gat spit or leave ya witta fat lip
cuz i got bills to pay & court fines too
& when ya court fines due – the courts will find you
man im re-dic-a then you & the dude behind you
wicked wit my rhymes too
im sicka’ than swine flu
im sss – sssicka than most – listen in locs
spitten morose
gettin p-ssy & bread – no kittens & toast
put me in the kitchen cuz im fixin’ a roast
& i can stick to this or switch ta b-tches & boats
or switches & coats – or snitches & c0ke – or riches & ropes
or chickens… who use d-ck to scratch the itch in they throats
take all ya wishes ya hopes – ya mrs’s ya folks
& put em in a position to get hit wit disses an jokes
this is supposed
to make ya think that theres no way that his is a hoax
turn ya visions to scopes so you can visit it close
you need to visit it closer – is it really explicit or is it a poster?
whats that sh-t on his hip? yo is it a holster?
lets give it a minute – its vivid – sh-t its a toaster!
he’s comin’ to get us & slit our wrists & or throats up
till we got lines in our necks – a spitten image of oprah
i’m gettin’ spinach & ocra
til’ im ridin’ spinnas in rovers
& im livin’ like hova
livin’ to limits then ova
til’ im – in’a cinamon nova
wit enough fine women & dojah to make me spin when im sober
i give in & then coma…
yo… yo hold up it ain’t over
just – lemme catch my beat real quick so i can show you ya-
that when you on a beat like this… it can make or break you
so ima spit some sh-t so sick that critics will think its hate proof
getta couple hits & sit wit legends like im babe ruth
& all i need to do it is a microphone & a booth
i say truth – most rappers fake spoofs
i wish that i could say “poof”
they extinct –
sabe-tooths
ive paid dues – im cool wit s.a. dudes
them white boys say hang loose & brothas say the same too…
except its more like “man, that white boy is tight”
… & they dont know im mexican so im just like “yo… aight?”
future is so bright – bcuz my styles so nite
dark & mysterious they tell me “this is your type”
see ima low life – might catch me wit your wife
she dont run a head-shop but she knows how to blow pipes
i grow like – there’s no limit to no height
wit no light – im standin straight but im so right

{—freestyled from here on—}

& that flow right?
yo thats the show right?
im bout to say go night i mean good night
man.. think thats it outta my windpipe
dont think i got anything more that i can hype
dont think i can spit anything else on my mind
m-th-f-ckas know i spit all the time
& the time is…(checks time)… 3:45 in the m-th-f-ckin mornin’
i dont give a f-ck cuz im goin…. in on the microphone
i can beat u m-th-f-ckas spitten off the dome
betta leave my -ss alone
now im outta f-ckin breath & im gone

(takes breath)

{outro}

d-mn im f-ckin tired homie…

yo i still work a fool job

so i jus got done doin’ that…

& i come here & see that dahms got new sh-t…

ya got big flac & splendid… bout to drop sum new sh-t… tomorrow

& i gotta stay relevant…

its therealexplicit…

{join explicit’s fan club here}



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