paroles de chanson I Don't Even Remember Recording This One but Whatever I Don't Even Care to Be Honest - Rav

(Ahem)
Good evening ladies and gentlemen
Uh, this is uhhh, Hip Hop Minute with Rav
I'll be your host for the evening
So, without a further ado, let's get some bars going, shall we?
One take, let's go
(Yeah, hol' up)

I've been to hell and back, and now I'm back in hell again
"Hip hop is trash!" No it's not
"It's wack!" It's never been
How traditional you are is practically irrelevant
So put your brow down 'fore I slap you out your element
Motherfucker bow down when I clown clown artists
Bow wow, all bark, never sound parlous
Harmless
Stupid unprofessionals
I just do me like a music solosexual

True shit, I do this 'til I'm useless or a vegetable
You claim rap's your bitch
Abusive and essentially, musically unethical
You foolish hoe ass
Say you spit that cool ish but your cool ish all ass
Fame and fortune, y'all pursuin' all that
But lyin' to everyone like "I do this for the craft, I do this for myself"
Why you put it out then?
Keep it to yourself bitch, or stop talking 'bout it, yeah

Nah I mean it, like, so many people just keep fucking saying the same thing over and over again
Just keep it on your PC!
You liked how my voice cracked there?
Anyway (ahem)
Next verse is dedicated to someone
Guess who?

Charles Hamilton can suck my nuts, I ain't mad at him
But for talking trash, I'mma smack you when I have a chance
Stupid fucking pseudointellectual, how dare you?
I approached you as a fan, now won't get anywhere near you
A year back or two I got an invite from your manager
To tour with you that summer
But in life, Charles, you're an am— (so I)
Turned it down, the both of y'all, remember?
But I, still helped the both of y'all? (Remember?)

And both of y'all are dumb as fuck, with big fucking budgets
And still fuckin' up, like what the fuck? How the fuck, kid?
I was about sixteen when I heard of you
Now twenty-one, that's the age at which I'll murder you

And you deserve it dude
That plus servitude
I only said that 'cause it rhymed
Nah I'm just fuckin' with you Charles! Whatever, man!
No grudges
Good luck!
Keep the positive energy going
I mean positive for myself, I don't give a fuck how you're feeling
Any one of you, actually

Did you enjoy that? (Yeah)
I'm sure you did
Peace to Kill Bill
Peace to drythought, suddlenuance.
Peace to Scuare
(...)
Yo what the fuck was that?