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Rotten
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Rotten was released on November 18, 2006 by Loonatix Productions as a part of the album Strawberry
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Release DateNovember 18, 2006
LabelLoonatix Productions
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM86

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ruthless
Ruthless
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Robert S Schmahl
Robert S Schmahl
Songwriter

Lyrics

Before we's on the scene it all started as a dream
To me it never seemed that I could have the self-esteem
I represent the fraction of an action making team
And we silent as a beam that was treated by the green (ye-yeah)
Times, the lines and the way they intertwine
With a slow flow going like I'm drunk off a wine (never)
Never met my prime, I continue to climb
And I continue to rhyme until I'm hittin' up a dime (damn)
Damn, boom bap, the rap is on tap
We them Ruthless ma'fuckas, fuck a industry dap
Leave 'em hanging other suckers like they're danglin' coat racks
We bangin' our show DATs and slangin' them old tracks
Yo, you hollow, R-O double T-E-N
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
And by tomorrow, your sorrow starts to ascend
Na-na-na-na-na-na
So you got brain rot, it's not something to be proud of
To speak loud of, ghost white powder
I got the power, why yo's is diminishin'
So close to finishin' the race in last place
Erase the smoke in your face, the pupils dilate
An SM58 got locked up in my mic case
Sick 'em Rentz, like a pack of hungry rottweilers
Stop denyin', lets get pot supplyin' then
You let the fame go straight to your brain
You're not the same dude, man, you changed
You rot slowly
You ahead of 'em miles, but the rest of 'em painfully
Yo, you hollow, R-O-double T-E-N
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
And by tomorrow, your sorrow starts to ascend
Na-na-na-na-na-na
As soon as you assimilate assume to slip away
Cause soon illumination and your shades are ever gray
Don't quit or when your window windows in a wave
What a way to be spaded while your waiter wastes away
Half a hip hop can suck a fat dick
Signed, Professor Fresh, Ruthless, Loonatix
Not an elitist, and at least it's not in my nature
To say you weak shit
Yet you the weakest
Read it and weep bitch
Na na na na na na na na na
Further from mintin', nothin' further from intended
Worthers' original, and your just pretentious
Tryin' to pretend it's attention is scentin'
So I'm sendin' a message of a sixth appendage
Every handin' can't amend it, recommend it reel-to-reel
Y'all are rotten your invention and your product don't appeal
Yo, you hollow, R-O-double T-E-N
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
And by tomorrow, your sorrow starts to ascend
Na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
You are a robot
Yo yo yo yo yo yo
Yo, you hollow, R-O-double T-E-N
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
And by tomorrow, your sorrow starts to ascend
Na-na-na-na-na-na
You are a robot
Na-na-na-blah
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-nu
Na-nu, Na-nu
What is your Strawberry?
Music, music, music, music, music, music, music, music
The moon
Written by: Robert S Schmahl
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