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VERSE ONE:
Hard tracks with no n-word or gun talk?
You're not Black or just censor the fun parts.
Do not laugh - I'm a mensch worth a hun spot
times ten k. Sense 8 - I feel your thoughts:

“rappers should get on, get wreck, get gone” -
instead it's Orphan Black in TO - just some prissy clones.
Informal stats reveal y'schtick of "rich" be wrong.
Hurry up and get on that Kick Starter kick to get
your bones right like

chiro'. Money won't decide yo'
worth, but I work, so what the fuck do I know?
Tryin' to make a jam that'll shake up your spinal,
instead I write a rap about comic books and phyllo

pastry. Hate me? That's a world that I don't
really know 'cause I don't go on YouTube to find your
Racist comments to read.
Check your chi, Chuck E Cheese.
I'm not a player, I just eat.

Don't like the flavour of mesquite, then why you grillin'?
Rappers play the villain - like children, use anger to hide their feelings. Unwilling
to let the skill speak for itself, ditch the homophobia.
Obia from Guyana raise the shit up like Sokovia!

CHORUS:
Use words for nerds, and herbs suffer,
along wit' my career But clear, I'm no sucka.
If you appreciate my pain, "whattup!"
'Cause I know what I say is not everyone's cuppa.

It's plain my lane is not what the
kids would call "gangsta". Thanks to my mother.
But if you like my shit, then I love ya',
'cause I know what I make is not everyone's cuppa

VERSE TWO:
I'm different. Yeah, I'm different -
I don't jock trends or do coke. The inference:
Rap's a marathon, a bunch a y'all just wind sprint.
On tracks - you running hard, but I don't spot the shin splints -

Just fables. No cradles - I don't rock for infants.
Can't this be fun and not be simplistic?
It's complicated. Like GPS, rappers plot the safest root
to get loot, the truth's that they're not Bill Gates wit' this

rap shit. Just plastic. My Voltron's die cast
metal with the missiles spring loaded that fly fast.
Settled on a weapon: this vocal. Dissed locals - oops! I
mean, I used to get dissed by locals who tried rap

for three years, then quit. Guess they got their dick wet
enough to give up. Live up to my own expectations is this set
of mind. Like poopin' Mickie Dees, yo, my shit gets
refined. Job title is “emcee” - hustlas just don’t apply!

CHORUS

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from Blow the Fuck Up But Stay Humble, released November 25, 2016
Raps, Production, Cuts: More Or Les

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Hand'Solo Records Toronto

Operating out of Toronto, Canada since 1996, Hand'Solo Records is devoted to releasing quality hip hop that is creative, clever and often experimental. Early releases, now out of print, include Buck 65, Sixtoo, Moka Only, and others. Currently home to Ultra Magnus & DJ SLAM!, The Mighty Rhino, The Dirty Sample, Touch, Tachichi, Primordial Emcee, royceBIRTH, 51nine02, More Or Les and Backburner. ... more

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