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john wesley (rap) - funk volume 5 (dfuob) 2013 كلمات الأغنية

everyone says they’re the best, there’s little supportive family
in rap communities it’s only hate galore and spamming links
copy and pasted statements all claiming that they heard your track
it’s dope so check them out; really they haven’t heard a word of that
they just want your views, they don’t want to know you, man, they really don’t
for all they care you’re dead unless you watch and like their video
careful how you configure your speech, if they figure you’re ripping it rigorously
they’ll give you a second opinion but get up and leave in a minute if all that you’re screaming is “listen to me!”

i was told i shouldn’t rap about the no talents
cause then i’d be the same as them, not because they won’t allow it
selling themselves for sales, it’s all a broke balance
any strength or love you might find in me was co-founded
so here we go in the contest “funk volume 5”
wish this was a show so i could yell “funk all you” live
“funk you rappers” don’t gotta be an entrepreneur
to know you suck, cause for your music you are not a consumer

$50,000 for a feature?
i’d rather pay somebody that much just to come and silence or delete ya
i miss the art of rap, it’s hard to grasp
it seems the mainstream is lacking in p-ssion who’d want to argue that
you want to oppose truth, you still start with facts
rap isn’t just deadbeat punchlines (heart attack)
yeah, there’s pain to stomach
only way i’d like that rope you’re wearing on your neck would be if you were hanging from it

you can’t do enough for god’s graces to plummet
you find the world and races of it an abrasive subject
i’ll take a jamaican, asian, a caucasian
african american, mexican, jew, muslim, haitian
make em sit in a circle all praying “-ssalamu alaik-m”
playing “duck, duck, goose” and whoever’s it — is racist
knock at the door — “oh, no policia”
“oh, herro, 5-0 — konichiwa!”

how much fear in your memory bank can a ghost deposit
often i knock on the door to my soul and get no responses
but i don’t have a couple skeletons in my closet
i have so many if you dare to go in alone they would hold you hostage
fame is a flame — disappointment is lighter fluid
fans create a standard you will fail at and hold you to it
rap is funny, it’s the opposite of comedy
they laugh at you cause you have awful punchlines, honestly

joe budden’s my favorite, and to lloyd banks
fabby, twista, crooked i, joel ortiz and royce, thanks
for your features on “no love lost”
as for the following, you ruined yours, go to def jam and “jump off”
(yeah, you) french montana and juicy j
overrated defined through wiz khalifa and touchi wayne
only positive was no gucci mane, talented in my eyes touchi ain’t
might as well be 2chi – ains

could this dream really be an option, is it possible that it may not happen
am i just writing the same 16 over and over again with the same old adlibs?
don’t get me wrong, i know what i said, not thinking of ending my lifetime
but failing is my white line, til i’m lying, outlined in a white line
can you undress what i just said, is rap where you get your all-time high
is me spitting double-time a little too quick for you to get intimate with your mind’s eye?
having said that, think my imagination’s de-railing
dress up like an israeli, throw myself over this railing

spit slowly, earn their trust, catch them off guard in the blink of an eye
reach into their spirit, fear of god, strip away everything that is fake and leave them alive
this is for all other writers like me
cause i’m writing for beau and mikey, anything more is highly unlikely
honestly, i don’t want to die
but it will be hard not to quit when my kids read these lines and they become my life
when rappers don’t lie to fans, you can hear them listen
and for anything further, refer to last year’s submission

- john wesley rap

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