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Uh, No Filters EP!
Mothafuckas betta know a real MC
I ain't talking about the golden arch, but best believe I'm bout to fry this beat
They thought Rima didn't drop bars, you right cause xans affect yo heart
Not Tay-K, but I joined this race, so I'm about to finish this shit from the start
Hit with the track, hit with the track, these mothafuckas don't even know how to react
Dissing the rap! Dissing the rap? All y'all haters can gobble up my nut sack
No, I ain't doing this just for the hoes
I ain't doing this just for the clout
We are mixing the tracks for the gals and we're mastering the mix for the bros
I don't have no idols, cause all my idols have become my rivals
So this is my first, not final, rap game arrival
You could call it suicidal
Yeah, I'm here to recycle, all the trash being thrown out cause we know now
Punchlines with a fire beat will be stuck on repeat and you will see
I came to compete, you can't step to me
My lungs got the strength to keep me running through this beat
And y'all should take a seat in front of your TV
Cause Rima's showing thee, programming your defeat with my channeled heat
Oops, I just made a scene
I just rock the mic
They don't even like, they don't like my type
Brown boy rolling his shit, they can't take another hit
But they wanna be a part of my vibe
They don't know love has fueled my hype
I put the electric in your headlights
My style's AC, cold as ice
My sound's DC, keeping y'all enticed
I attract legit cause I know what I spit
Don't believe me now? I don't owe you shit!
Comprehend this, I'm about to cause The Clash
Between all the other genres with rap
I sound like I'm talking out of my head
But burning down the house is what's ahead
A Prince can't be a king without his Queen
But U2 lost your love cause of the green
I don't even know if I could explain all the mess that's in my brain now
Breakdown, haters don't know what to say now
Pick up your jaws that are stuck to the ground, so I can get off my chest what I've laid down
Announce, eight count minus one is what I've taped now
Without a doubt, they are now en route
Anyone know what I have laid out?
This is for the kids, to teach them about riches
Now they face to face with what murrica is
Life is full of pain, so give so you can gain
Don't be so numb, give thanks and count'em
Here's my emotion, a deadly explosion
I've been called a terrorist my whole life
Maybe cause when I spit, I blow up the fucking mic!
Mothafuckas betta know a real MC
I ain't talking about the golden arch, but best believe I'm bout to fry this beat
They thought Rima didn't drop bars, you right cause xans affect yo heart
Not Tay-K, but I joined this race, so I'm about to finish this shit from the start
Hit with the track, hit with the track, these mothafuckas don't even know how to react
Dissing the rap! Dissing the rap? All y'all haters can gobble up my nut sack
No, I ain't doing this just for the hoes
I ain't doing this just for the clout
We are mixing the tracks for the gals and we're mastering the mix for the bros
I don't have no idols, cause all my idols have become my rivals
So this is my first, not final, rap game arrival
You could call it suicidal
Yeah, I'm here to recycle, all the trash being thrown out cause we know now
Punchlines with a fire beat will be stuck on repeat and you will see
I came to compete, you can't step to me
My lungs got the strength to keep me running through this beat
And y'all should take a seat in front of your TV
Cause Rima's showing thee, programming your defeat with my channeled heat
Oops, I just made a scene
I just rock the mic
They don't even like, they don't like my type
Brown boy rolling his shit, they can't take another hit
But they wanna be a part of my vibe
They don't know love has fueled my hype
I put the electric in your headlights
My style's AC, cold as ice
My sound's DC, keeping y'all enticed
I attract legit cause I know what I spit
Don't believe me now? I don't owe you shit!
Comprehend this, I'm about to cause The Clash
Between all the other genres with rap
I sound like I'm talking out of my head
But burning down the house is what's ahead
A Prince can't be a king without his Queen
But U2 lost your love cause of the green
I don't even know if I could explain all the mess that's in my brain now
Breakdown, haters don't know what to say now
Pick up your jaws that are stuck to the ground, so I can get off my chest what I've laid down
Announce, eight count minus one is what I've taped now
Without a doubt, they are now en route
Anyone know what I have laid out?
This is for the kids, to teach them about riches
Now they face to face with what murrica is
Life is full of pain, so give so you can gain
Don't be so numb, give thanks and count'em
Here's my emotion, a deadly explosion
I've been called a terrorist my whole life
Maybe cause when I spit, I blow up the fucking mic!
Credits
Writer(s): Rima Prince
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