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biggie cheese - rat god كلمات الأغنية

look, i was gonna go cheesy on you and not to hurt your feelings
but i’m only going to get this one cheese
something’s wrong, i can smell it (six minutes, biggie cheese, you’re on)
just a feeling i’ve got, like something’s about to enter the sewer, but i don’t know what
if that means, what i think it means, we’re in trouble, big biggie trouble
and if he is as cheesy as you say, i’m not taking any cheeses
you were just what the doctor ordered
i’m beginning to feel like a rat god, rat god
all my rodents from the sewer entrance to the exit nod, back nod
now who thinks their teeth are long enough to eat cheese, eat cheese?
they said i rat like a r-t-rd, so call me r-t-rd
but for me to rat like a spastic must be in my jeans
i got a cheddar in my back pocket
my wensleydale go off when i c-ck it
got a rat knot from that rat profit
made a living and a cheesing off it
ever since little cheese was still in office
with his cheese feeling on his nut-sack
i’m an mc still as honest
but as rude and indecent as all h-ll syllables, k!llaholic (k!ll ’em all with)
this slickety, gibbedy, hibbedy hip hop
you don’t really wanna get into a p-ssing match with this rappidy rat
packing a mac in the back of the ac, backpack rap cr-p, yep, yackidy-yac
and at the exact same time i attempt these lyrical acrorat stunts while i’m p-rat-ticing
that i’ll still be able to break a motherf-ckin’ table [ay, cheese]
over the back of a couple of f-ggot rats and crack it in half
only realized it was ironic i was signed to aftermath after the fact
how could i not blow? all i do is drop f-bombs, feel my wrath of attack
rappers are having a rough time period, here’s a maxipad
it’s actually disastrously bad
for the wack while i’m masterfully constructing this masterpiece as
i’m beginning to feel like a rap god, rap god
all my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
now who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?
let me show you maintaining this sh-t ain’t that hard, that hard
everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like i have got
well, to be truthful the blueprint’s simply rage and youthful exuberance
everybody loves to root for a nuisance
hit the earth like an asteroid, did nothing but shoot for the moon since
mc’s get taken to school with this music
’cause i use it as a vehicle to bus the rhyme
now i lead a new school full of students
me? i’m a product of rakim, lakim shabazz, 2pac n-
-w.a, cube, hey, doc, ren, yella, eazy, thank you, they got slim
inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position
to meet run dmc and induct them into the motherf-ckin’ rock n’
roll hall of fame
even though i walk in the church and burst in a ball of flames
only hall of fame i be inducted in is the alcohol of fame
on the wall of shame
you f-gs think it’s all a game ’til i walk a flock of flames
off of planking, tell me what in the f-ck are you thinking?
little g-y looking boy
so g-y i can barely say it with a straight face looking boy
you witnessing a m-ss occur
like you watching a church gathering take place looking boy
oy vey, that boy’s g-y, that’s all they say looking boy
you get a thumbs up, pat on the back
and a “way to go” from your label everyday looking boy
hey, looking boy, what you say looking boy?
i got a “h-ll yeah” from dre looking boy
i’mma work for everything i have
never ask n-body for sh-t, get outta my face looking boy
basically boy you’re never gonna be capable
to keep up with the same pace looking boy
’cause i’m beginning to feel like a rap god, rap god
all my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
the way i’m racing around the track, call me nascar, nascar
dale earnhardt of the trailer park, the white trash god
kneel before general zod this planet’s krypton, no asgard, asgard
so you be thor and i’ll be odin, you rodent, i’m omnipotent
let off then i’m reloading immediately with these bombs i’m totin’
and i should not be woken
i’m the walking dead, but i’m just a talking head, a zombie floating
but i got your mom deep throating
i’m out my ramen noodle, we have nothing in common, poodle
i’m a doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil
it’s me, my honesty’s brutal
but it’s honestly futile if i don’t utilize what i do though
for good at least once in a while
so i wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch i scribble and doodle
enough rhymes to maybe to try and help get some people through tough times
but i gotta keep a few punchlines just in case ’cause even you unsigned
rappers are hungry looking at me like it’s lunchtime
i know there was a time where once i
was king of the underground, but i still rap like i’m on my pharoahe monch grind
so i crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine
appeal with the skin color of mine
you get too big and here they come trying to
censor you like that one line i said on “i’m back” from the mathers lp
one when i tried to say “i’ll take seven kids from columbine
put ’em all in a line, add an ak-47, a revolver and a nine”
see if i get away with it now that i ain’t as big as i was, but i’m
morphin’ into an immortal coming through the portal
you’re stuck in a time warp from 2004 though
and i don’t know what the f-ck that you rhyme for
you’re pointless as rapunzel with f-cking cornrows
you write normal, f-ck being normal
and i just bought a new raygun from the future
just to come and shoot ya like when fabolous made ray j mad
’cause fab said he looked like a f-g at maywhether’s pad
singin’ to a man while they played piano
man, oh man, that was a 24/7 special on the cable channel
so ray j went straight to the radio station the very next day
“hey, fab, i’mma k!ll you”
lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (jj fad)
uh, sama lamaa duma lamaa you -ssuming i’m a human
what i gotta do to get it through to you i’m superhuman
innovative and i’m made of rubber
so that anything you say is ricocheting off of me and it’ll glue to you
i’m devastating, more than ever demonstrating
how to give a motherf-ckin’ audience a feeling like it’s levitating
never fading, and i know that the haters are forever waiting
for the day that they can say i fell off, they’d be celebrating
’cause i know the way to get ’em motivated
i make elevating music, you make elevator music
oh, he’s too mainstream
well, that’s what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it
it’s not hip hop, it’s pop, ’cause i found a h-lla way to fuse it
with rock, shock rap with doc
throw on lose yourself and make ’em lose it
i don’t know how to make songs like that
i don’t know what words to use
let me know when it occurs to you
while i’m ripping any one of these verses diverse as you
it’s curtains, i’m inadvertently hurtin’ you
how many verses i gotta murder to
prove that if you were half as nice, your songs you can sacrifice virgins too uh!
school flunkie, pill junky
but look at the accolades the sk!lls brung me
full of myself, but still hungry
i bully myself ’cause i make me do what i put my mind to
and i’m a million leagues above you, ill when i speak in tongues
but it’s still tongue in cheek, f-ck you
i’m drunk so satan take the f-cking wheel, i’m asleep in the front seat
b-mping heavy d and the boys, still chunky, but funky
but in my head there’s something i can feel tugging and struggling
angels fight with devils and, here’s what they want from me
they asking me to eliminate some of the women hate
but if you take into consideration the bitter hatred i have
then you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situation
and understand the discrimination
but f-ck it, life’s handing you lemons, make lemonade then
but if i can’t batter the women how the f-ck am i supposed to bake them a cake then?
don’t mistake it for satan
it’s a fatal mistake if you think i need to be overseas
and take a vacation to trip a broad
and make her fall on her face and don’t be a r-t-rd
be a king? think not, why be a king when you can be a god?

- biggie cheese

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