Aceyalone - Rappers, Rappers, Rappers 12 for 10 lyrics

rate me

[Scratches:]

What i mean is basically there's no-one

The hunt on emcees brings investigation

This goes out to all you ugly rappers

Pretty rappers, big city rappers

Country rappers, gritty rappers

Itty-bitty-rappers, witty rappers, 2-for-50 rappers

Hello Kitty rappers, Frank Ditty rappers

And bitch-ass rappers, all you diaper rappers

Young whippa-snappa rappers, gun-clapper rappers *pow pow*

Fun rappers, Gamma Kappa rappers

Dumb rappers, idiotic rappers

Physcotic rappers, melodic rappers, and narcotic rappers

All you phony rappers (phony rappers)

Balogna rappers, me and my homey rappers

Toni! Tone! rappers and all that

Yah, all you hood rappers, misunderstood rappers

Think it's all good rappers

[Talking:]

Let me tell you all something

I just wanna work it out, i want everyone to do their thing

We cool

First thing you should know is that i'm not afraid

Every rapper has the potential to be laid down on his or her back

When I'm down on my luck i get down on the track

I clown on the rap sorta like Barnum and Bailey

My star dust bust is bigger and brighter than Haley's Comet

I'll vomit up the astronomical the daily

Peel to steal skin off the mic and do it scaly, the think rapper

Then shrink-wrap that rapper and sink that boat of his

My rap motor is a million mega cycles

My rap photo is a mega-ton

Higher than the Eiffel Tower with sniper rifle power

To blow off your melanin, and there ain't no tellin'

All ya' heard was rappers yellin'

My lyrics start propellin

I get to well-known from the dome

After i trail him home, i'd like to catch Malone

And strangle him with the microphone

And drag him back to Project Blow (echo)

I hold as many mics as i could possibly hold

And rip up the session after the last rapper flowed

I never fold even though my poker face is old

The world's cold, probably why i stay in battle mode

I would love to touch ya' ego

European, Latin, or Negro

Rap Evil Kinevil, but i ain't evil

It's all nice, especially with the mic device

When it's in my head, it's like throwin' the trick dice

It's the worldwide underground heist

What i'ma give back, is more than suffice

Pour me over ice and drink, to think

Your only as strong as ya' weakest

I dwell amongst the deepest

As long as there's speakers

I play songs for the peoples

I push the ink, who gives a fuck what they think

It's tight now, but wait until i iron out the kinks [repeat]

Wait until i iron it all out, it'll be cool

Like i said i want everyone to be able to do their thing succesfully

This goes out to all you shallow rappers

Bottom of the bottle rappers

Spit and swallow rappers, hollow rappers

Love to follow rappers, Apollo rappers then rile rappers

Yah, all that, yah

To all you Big Willy rappers

Silly rappers, my mack milly rappers smoke a Philly rappers,

Illy-illy killy-killy rappers, not really rappers

Yah, all you signed rappers blind to what's goin' on behind rappers

Crime rappers, i'm in my prime rappers

Part-time rappers, one-of-a-kind rappers too, yah

You wanna go around the world, but ya' gonna have to take

Ya' wanna paint a perfect picture, but ain't got no paint

But i'm the paint, and with the brush and the easel

I like to rush 'em and i hit 'em with the feasel

I got a stick of dynamite, you gotta stick of gum

He tried to chew it up before i blew it up

It's done (echo)

[Scratches till fade:]

What i mean is basically there's no-one

The hunt on emcees brings investigation