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Top5
5
Hip-Hop/Rap
Top5 was released on February 16, 2019 by mrmastersucks as a part of the album Top5 - Single
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Release DateFebruary 16, 2019
Labelmrmastersucks
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM96

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Gabriel Jacob Luansing
Gabriel Jacob Luansing
Songwriter

Lyrics

This is your daily reminder that
America is in fucking shambles right now
This is your daily reminder that
America is the laughing stock of the
Whole developed world right now
This is your daily reminder that
This time in American history
Will be remembered as a dark one
That will culminate in a massive national economic crisi-
Yeah!
Okay, bang bang bang! Fresh out the gate. That shit go!
Still the same damn thing. Ain’t have to change that shit. No!
Seen the city hall signal flash. Hop out the culdesac!
Mystery solved. Sixty flat. Even your girl knows that!
Shame shame shame. Lightsaber shave your face close!
CIA save strains of my DNA to make clones. Oh yeah!
Koojoogaga! Tutankhamun took the tomb to Gaza
Booyakasha! Threw the shoe at Bush. The new Muntadhar!
Gang gang gang. She made the thing her ringtone
Google Translate. Paste ”El pinche puto maricón, ese.”
What we talkin’?! Fuckin’ newsflash, fool, I’m fuckin’ awesome
Somethin’ Awful. Look like Bambi. Hunt like Bumpy Johnson
Ay bay bay. Still never pay to play. No!
Ain't a damn thing changed. Ain’t even need to change flows!
Oh yeah! Superrapper!
This music thing’s a huge disaster
‘Cause why’d I have to pick a name like master
When I’m only bout my
Dylan. Dylan. Dylan. Dylan. Dylan. Spit that
Dylan. Dylan. Dylan. Dylan. Dylan. Top5
Dylan. Dylan. Dylan. Dylan. Dylan. On my
Dylan. Dylan. Dylan. Dylan. Dylan (blblblblb!)
Oh my god. My songs might start a whole riot
I might buy off the judge. The buck’s the drug I’m on
I might pull up. Hop out. Bad bitch. Socks off. Lights on. Fuck that
You must construct additional pylons (blblblblb!)
Hardly working. Pleasure doing business
Peep these peoples through my peephole. Like who is this?
Shit, if she fever hot, the doc do house visits
See who really make that pussy whistle like Andy Griffith
He’s good. She’s good. I’m good. You’re not. Easy
All the girls want to bang. The guys want to be me
Came a long way. Up late. Long nights. Watchin’ TV
I wish my seventeen-year-old self could see me
On my backpack but trap. I dance. I rap. Sue me
Still can’t give up a gosh dang cent for no floozy
Who would play me if they made my life a movie?
Far as I know, there’s only five that could do me. And it’s
Dylan. Dylan. Dylan. Dylan. Dylan. Spit that
Dylan. Dylan. Dylan. Dylan. Dylan. Top5
Dylan. Dylan. Dylan. Dylan. Dylan. On my
Dylan. Dylan. Dylan. Dylan. Dylan. (blblblblb!)
Alright, here we go (blblblblb!)
Bumbaclaat, bumbaclaat, bumba bumba bumbaclaat! (blblblblb!)
A rump un tomp, a rump un ting (blblblblb!)
A rumpa tumpa tump, a rump un sting! (blblblblblblblblblb!)
I rip and I rhyme, I rhyme and I rip
Dis is the way that Dylan spits
You- You tryin' to get some of this hot fire?
Bang!
(We can either make this song or not make this song)
You're too close, man!
You're too close, man!
Written by: Gabriel Jacob Luansing
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