 First off, Don't hate.
Relate, for all I know...
All you do is masterbate
In a bush behind a gate
Maybe it's just your fate
Why you can never get a date
But if you continue to stay in that state
Your mind will fade like soap in a lake
Sometimes it takes a little more than heart
To open your mind to all music but you need to start
You might think of rap like something smelly like a fart
But if you pick music like a old woman pushing her grocery cart
Pickin' n choosin',
never losin',
never snoozin',
throwin' the goods in'
Mixin' n matchin',
listenin' to the dj scratchin',
relaxin',
slapin'
All the haters of rap, because all they know is things that I don't call trash,
But Hokuto can't comprehend when I say things like mash
Or when I say I'll smash on you lyricly, don't fear me G,
All I want you to do is help you see, why rap is good
Not all listeners are from the hood
But you really should, open your ears, and try to hear, have a beer
Not ever clear, I won't steer you into the wrong direction
But your lack of affection, for my music is really messin'
Wit' me, I just want you to be
A littler nicer to people like me
Because we don't ever flee
And no, I don't smoke trees
Step back n' see the scene, Listen to Eligh, Grouch and the Japanese.
Rappin' isn't easy but you can't take me poeticly so please,
You're welcome to try, but I know I'll put you on your knees
I really would like to say you're smart,
But you're not doin' your part, have a little heart.
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