I wanna be a rappa, not a checkout chick who goes on the mic to get a price check on fish I wanna be a rappa not a petropunk, Who walks around for months with all the stains on his jumper I wanna be a rappa not a ho backstage at an Eminem show earnin' minimum wage I wanna be rap-rap-rap-rap-rap-rap………….
I wanna be a rappa don't wanna earn tips I would've been-a gettin' pirate and bombin' some ships Droppin' some shells from this elicit spit Precise in the moment and talkin' in the shit I gotta secret but I don't wanna release the info I heard that you're a slave of the tempo Slow back home beats the hip-hop intro
Sink it with experimental rap flows Freak it with how your body would go, then just Tweak it and see how bright it would glow Then just (x2) it so it will go in some more Then just leave it and walk straight out the door
You see I'm quick back in a faster attack Takin' powerful whacks like I want to count back I gotta check to see if I'm on the right track Clickitty-clack Wiggitty-whack You see I wind the vine in mission of the rock rhyme No-one mattered to my words I find Bump-and-grindin’ Soakin’ the shock Hip-hop’s Hittin’ ya, lickin’ you from the top
Vila's gonna hit ya in the crotch Gonna cease the moment that won’t let you drop
Rap-rap-rap-rap-rap-rap-rap-rap Rappin on stage with enormous applauses Havin’ the people chant at my Coro Stop (Yo, give her some air) Pinnacle of stained poses You call that cheap but I’m on horses You could just hear fuck the forces Come hear ‘cause I'm gonna enforce it
Go-go-go-go-gonna enforce it
Go-go-go-go-gonna enforce it
Go-go-go-go-gonna enforce it
Go-go-go-go-gonna enforce it force it, force it, force it, force it