TIME

TIME - Poser lyrics

rate me

(Passenger the pumpkin killer)

Hey time, hey time, what kind of rapper are you

(Time)

Oh I'm one of those posers dude

I'm one of those I'm so intelligent rappers

I'm a rap dweeb, rap geek

I love rapping, I'm a rap freak

I'm one of those it's all good peter pan jiffy Skippy rappers

No wait I'm one of those only got college fan hippy rappers

No, I'm one of those I'm not an emcee I'm a rapper rappers

(Teen Wolf)

Emcee chat room moderator yo

Took the fork in the road starting eating with it

Cutting and stabbing at the earth's crust

Fatal attractions the worst lust

I don't thirst for much

Dead, dumb and blind to this world

Stumbled into love at first touch

Now I'm numb, they vowed they come, got loud for some

Take ninety nine percent of the population and you'll get a crowd of

DUMB

Cause creativity and innovation is change

If you don't give tradition

Ventilation then the popular will develop hunger pangs

Truth is strange, stranger than fiction

Out of the average number range

So sign the petition

Cause if I'm white and like hip hop then I'm a nerd

And if I'm not holding anything gold or silver then I probably took third

When the windows clean we enjoy the view

But when it's dirty we complain about how our vision is blurred

(I can't see, I can't see)

So I took off my sock and shot off a missile toe

(Where my dogs at?)

Cause no humans hear my whistle blow

Hip hops still in the fifties seeing everything black and white

Now we got flat screens with techni-color

It's really not that serious but get your facts right

Darwin said the evolution won't be televised

So I'm serving up plates of sarcasm on my satellite dish laughing tonight

Cause I'm one of those you know

I got a third eye super spiritual meditate when I freestyle rappers

I'm one of those abstract cats

No, I'm commercial and write about how I act black raps

Cause if I don't write about space ships then the weirdo's won't like me

And if I don't switch up my style then the thugs will bite me

Wait a minute

You're not hip hop if you don't act like a rebel

But everyone's a rebel so I'd be a rebel

If I acted normal instead of gullible

Serving kid's humility Pills with a side bowl of soul

I'm not hip hop because I'm not an atheist

Matter of fact forget being hip hop, I'm music

I'm just a writer holding a wad of luck

I'm saying my words if they don't applaud who gives a fuck

Open up your third eye

You see cause I'm one of optimistic conscious kids

Who spawn nonsense about what music is

I'm one of those keeping hip hop alive rappers

Nah I'm killing it, it's dead

I'm one of those rappers who makes words off the top of his head

I'm the dopest, I'm the whackest, nah I'm probably in the middle

You think rappers create words, your vernacular's too little

Cause if I wear a Yankee cap and an ego I can rap

I make friends with worms aspirating dirt

It's frightening down under

People dance for moisture but don't want the lightning and sound of thunder

It's exciting to wonder

That opinions are facts and not records but candles are wax

And at my home I got a bloody mantle displaying all the knives from my back

I got the posture of a jelly fish

Speed of a crustacean

And I hate the weekends cause it doesn't give me enough time to ventilate my frustrations

Who knows people that hate freestyling

(I do I do)

I'm one of those rappers who don't go to battles

They just sit home writing love poems and haikus

Us rappers need to stick together

But I'm not like you

Wanna know why?

Cause if I win a battle they say you got beat by a skater

I'm one of those rappers who suck

And when you tell me I suck I call you a hater

(Don't be hating yo)

Cause I won't be popular if I don't rap about fallopian tubes

And I can't be gangster if I don't rhyme with Ethiopian dudes

No I'm one of assholes who's got a big ego from doing local shit

Matter of fact, I'm not an emcee or a rapper I'm a vocalist

(The typewriters)

I'm one of those pretty boy rappers

I'm one of those homely rappers

I'm one of those pretty boy rappers

What are you, what are you, what are you?

Go ahead yell until your voice do break

I'm just one of those rappers being offended is a choice you make

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