paroles de chanson 2002 - Spose
I
heard
an
emcee
this
morning
that
made
me
wanna
get
in
the
booth
And
no
offense
to
him
or
his
crew
but
I
know
that
I'm
better
than
that
dude
So
what
I
gotta
do
to
get
his
spot
in
hip-hop
and
my
video
on
MTV2
I
know
it
can't
be
the
skills
cause
mine
have
been
ill
since
2002
This
blank
sheet
of
paper
is
the
shit
they've
done
right
Whilst
Peter
been
beating
the
beat
up
repeatedly
leaving
the
body
in
Peabody
seemingly
nobody
noticed
I
figured
I'd
take
it
and
make
it
the
focus
I'm
the
lord
grand
chancellor
Backwoods
ramble
Rap
career
canceler,
bumping
Fiona
Apple
I'm
the
weird
beard
grower
A
ghost,
a
feared
flower
A
myth,
a
gift
shower
I
been
sipping
on
a
Snapple
in
the
cypher
You
can
find
me
I'm
the
wildest
geek
My
assignment
has
been
rhyming
been
aligned
to
the
beat
My
bud
kind
but
I'm
violent
when
I'm
rhyming
delete
All
pretenders
who
enter
cause
my
potential's
elite
He's
always
stressing
excellent
when
blessing
a
show
My
investments
are
destined
to
double
bubble
and
grow
So,
yes,
in
the
flesh,
the
man,
the
mess,
Spose
Who
can
still
flow
fresher
than
dressers
of
clean
clothes
Oh,
you
getting
to
know
the
name
I
came
to
spell
I'm
underground
yeah
I
came
from
Wells
So
watch
me
play
the
bass
line
on
a
belt
your
favorite
rapper
just
used
so
he
could
hang
himself
"But
it's
all
good,
Spose!"
No
it
ain't
so
swell
Cause
I'm
back
down
to
Earth
like
some
angels
fell
Cause
I
popped
up
on
the
chart
with
some
stained
lapels
And
then
I
disappeared
faster
than
Dave
Chappelle
Poof
I
heard
an
emcee
this
morning
that
made
me
wanna
get
in
the
booth
And
no
offense
to
him
or
his
crew
but
I
know
that
I'm
better
than
that
dude
So
what
I
gotta
do
to
get
his
spot
in
hip-hop
and
my
video
on
MTV2
I
know
it
can't
be
the
skills
cause
mine
have
been
ill
since
2002
I
been
struggling
rhyming
like
weed
made
of
iron
that's
how
hard
Ive
been
grinding
Been
neglecting
assignments,
dreaming
of
islands
But
not
recouping,
beat
looping
with
the
droopiest
eye
lids
My
ups
and
downs
have
both
been
critical
My
free
time
is
infinitesimal
Inside
my
ride,
driving
to
the
gig,
whipping
it,
kicking
it,
ducking
the
piglets,
fine
rhymes
kid
There
must
be
a
connect
I
can't
find
him
yet
Don't
want
a
private
jet
just
rhyming
checks
Hey
you'll
never
find
Ryan
crying
with
the
blues
like
sirens
Bro
this
is
no
sob
story
Even
though
they're
hating
in
their
verses,
I
don't
want
sympathy
this
is
a
statement
of
purpose:
I
will
out
work
every
motherfucker
alive
and
those
who
don't
fuck
their
moms,
too
Yo,
I
got
callouses
that
will
amount
to
palaces
Analysis
is
cats
is
on
my
phallace,
put
em
up
I
sip
McCallan
talented
vow
to
you
no
medallions,
challenge
it
till
paralysis,
dude:
put
em
up
If
you're
playing
Call
of
Duty
chilling
watching
television
and
you
wonder
why
you're
going
under,
shut
the
fuck
up
But,
if
you
never
relent
like
you
only
loan
Things
out
once,
then
guess
what:
your
day
gon
come
I
heard
an
emcee
this
morning
that
made
me
wanna
get
in
the
booth
And
no
offense
to
him
or
his
crew
but
I
know
that
I'm
better
than
that
dude
So
what
I
gotta
do
to
get
his
spot
in
hip-hop
and
my
video
on
MTV2
I
know
it
can't
be
the
skills
cause
mine
have
been
ill
since
2002
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