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silvagunner - dk rap (extended mix) - donkey kong 64 كلمات الأغنية

[intro: grant kirkhope]
here_here_here we go!
“look, i was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelings”
“but i’m only going to get this one chance”
“something’s wrong, i can feel it”
“just a feeling i’ve got, like something’s about to happen, but i don’t know what
(dk! donkey kong!)
if that means what i think it means, we’re in trouble, big trouble;
(dk! donkey kong!)
and if he is as bananas as you say, i’m not taking any chances”
“you are just what the doc ordered”

[chorus: grant kirkhope]
i’m beginnin’ 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?
they said i rap like a robot, so call me rap_bot

[verse 1: grant kirkhope]
but for mе to rap like a computer it must be in my gеnes
i got a laptop in my back pocket
my pen’ll go off when i half_c_ck it
got a fat knot from that rap profit
made a livin’ and a k!llin’ off it
ever since bill clinton was still in office
with monica lewinsky feelin’ on his nutshack!
i’m an mc, still as honest
but as rude and as indecent as all h_ll
syllables, sk!ll_a_holic (k!ll ’em all with)
this flippity dippity_hippity hip_hop
you don’t really wanna get into a shootin’ match
with this rappity brat, packin’ a mac in the back of the ac’
backpack rap cr_p, yap_yap, yackety_yack
and at the exact same time, i attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while i’m practicin’ that
i’ll still be able to break a coconut table
over the back of a couple of kremlins 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 oranges
feel my wrath of attack
rappers are havin’ a rough time period, here’s a maxi pad
it’s actually disastrously bad for the wack
while i’m masterfully constructing this masterpièce
[chorus: grant kirkhope]
’cause i’m beginnin’ 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 maintainin’ these spurts ain’t that hard, that hard
everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like i have got

[verse 2: grant kirkhope]
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 (pew!)
mcs get taken to school with this music
’cause i use it as a vehicle to “bust 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–d.m.c., and induct them
into the ro_ro_ro_ro_rock and roll hall of fame
even though i’ll walk in the church and burst in a ball of flames
only hall of fame i’ll be inducted in is the alcohol of fame
on the wall of shame
you kremlins think it’s all a game, ’til i walk a flock of flames
off a plank and, tell me what in the fridge are you thinkin’?
no style, lookin’ boy
no grace, i can barely say it with a straight face, lookin’ boy
you’re witnessin’ a mass_occur
like you’re watching a church gathering take place, lookin’ boy
“oy vey, a funny face!”—that’s all they say, lookin’ boy
you get a thumbs up, pat on the back
and a “way to go” from your label every day, lookin’ boy
hey, lookin’ boy! what you say, lookin’ boy?
i get a “h_ll yeah” from dre, lookin’ boy
i’mma work for everything i have, never asked n0body for cr_p
get outta my face, lookin’ boy!
basically, boy, you’re never gonna be capable
of keepin’ up with the same pace, lookin’ boy, ’cause—
[chorus: grant kirkhope]
i’m beginnin’ to feel like a rap god, rap god
all my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
the way i’m racin’ 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

[verse 3: grant kirkhope]
so you’ll be thor and i’ll be odin
you rodent, i’m omnipotent
let off, then i’m reloadin’
immediately with these grapes i’m totin’
and i should not be woken
i’m the walkin’ dead, but i’m just a talkin’ head, a zombie floatin’
but i got your mom performin’
i’m out my ramen noodle
we have nothin’ 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 try to help get some people through tough times
but i gotta keep a few punchlines
just in case ’cause even you unsigned
rappers are hungry lookin’ 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 tryin’
to censor you like that one line
i said on “i’m back” from the mathers lp 1 when i
tried to say i’ll take several kongs from dk isle
put ’em all in a line, add some pineapple smells
peanuts, grapes, feathers, oranges and coconut sh_lls, aw yeah!
see if i get away with it now that i ain’t as big as i was, but i’m
morphin’ into an immortal, comin’ through the portal
you’re stuck in a time warp from 2004 though
and i don’t know what the fridge that you rhyme for
you’re pointless as rapunzel with funky cornrows
you write normal? that isn’t funny
and i just bought a coconut gun from the future
just to come and shoot ya, like when fabolous made ray j mad
’cause fab said he fired in spurts at mayweather’s pad
singin’ to a man while he 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, it’s gonna hurt!”
lyrics comin’ at you at supersonic speed (you’re too slow!)
uh, summa_lumma, dooma_lumma, you assumin’ 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 ricochetin’ off of me and it’ll glue to you and
i’m devastating, more than ever demonstrating
how to give a silvagunner audience a feeling like it’s levitating
never fading, and i know the haters are forever waiting
for the day that they can say i fell off, they’ll 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 rippin’ any one of these verses that versus 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 could sacrifice virgins to?!
ugh, school flunky, pill junkie
but look at the accolades these 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, get out!
i’m drunk, so, k. rool, take the steering wheel
i’mma sleep in the front seat
bumpin’ heavy d and the boyz, 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’re askin’ me to eliminate some of the women hate
but if you take into consideration the bitter hatred
i had, then you may be a little patient
and more sympathetic to the situation
and understand the discrimination
but listen up! life’s handin’ you melons? make melonade then!
but if i can’t batter the women
how the fridge am i supposed to bake ’em a cake then?
don’t mistake him 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 leader—be a king? think not
why be a king, when you could be a kong?

- silvagunner

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