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burra katha – rapping 2 u كلمات اغاني

[verse 1: tay]
i’m ill, i’m wack and everything in between
i got no cash but i’ll give you my sympathy
or i can write you a rap, how ’bout that?
special just for you, every word is gift rapped
and i don’t mean the paper
cause ya couldn’t fit this in any container
something about it brings people together
like holiday break, only better
people of every creed, race and religion
listen to this diction, then they become minions
though sometimes my thoughts are hard to follow
i just need to get them in your head, you ain’t gotta swallow
these two got my back like tomorrow and i am what’s happening (you could say that again)
i am what’s happening, so you just soak it up
we go into the soulful stuff, that’s how you know it’s us

[verse 2: nav]
chilling in the hot tub with the family, man
popping champagne in the snow cause i can
i’m the man, who the f-ck are you?
i’m getting lupid watching looney tunes
sp-ce jam was that sh-t though
ball like michael, block a shot, take a shot
haters can step off or step too
if they wanna get dropped at the day care
i’ll knock your brain back ten years
with dumb rhymes like the nusery kind
i ain’t no jesus son, i’m just a nice guy
not too fly but i can achieve lift off
chief ’till the ground feels soft
maybe drink ’till i get lost
spit ’till i got a desk with a plaque that says “big boss”
but i ain’t talking ’bout no desk job
the best sixteens this side of the bible
and that sh-t ain’t no rival
i’m reading rushdie and th0r-au for tips on survival
mind glow make your head blow
bust that ill sh-t ’till i’m rich or on death row
b-tch you can’t stick with my crew we ain’t no velcro

[verse 3: jae]
s-xy lexi, ask what the address be
press be making a face… wait what?
we be the students of color singing the shiki no uta
who are known for rocking the mic, g
chop screw her, pretty pill popper
yain’t even that cute: double a knockers
the cream team meets the caffeine team
it’s your dream; honey i’ll take mine no steamed
ashy like asher roth, rapping like winter scarves
i’m oriental: nikolai korsakov
i f-ck with shish kebabs, they really tasty
getting wasted ways to holla, “lord praise be!”
big mouth who don’t talk aloud
whether you like it or not, yup, you hearing me now
my dreams coming true
i’m reaching greater heights
walk around town people saying, “yeah the kid is nice”

- burra katha

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