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Mesus
Mesus
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Charles Cossetti
Charles Cossetti
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So, white people are guests in hip-hop, uh? White people are guests in black music?! What the fuck is black music? Music isn't a color, music is a fucking sound! You call me guest in my own house Bitch, I pay the mortgage But, I guess this ain't my home now, who you think support this, ehhh?? White people, yup, that's right, people You tryin' to scare me off, 'cause you scared that I might beat you? Man, this' so fuckin' stupid, hoopin' was made by a white man I guess Michael Jordan is a guest there, then? Right man? Right, Can-non, Nick? Guess you think you fuckin' slick Guess again, you fuckin' prick, must not know who fuckin' with Music's colorless, it comes from within, it's like a ghost But I don't expect you to get that, 'cause the shit you spit's a joke Stick to comedy, on your knees, suck Hollywood off some mo' Funny shit is, you the whitest black dude, that I fuckin' know! Woah! Why is he so mad? Woah! Go ask DJ Vlad! Woah! Here I go, I'm on my white shit, right Nick? Bro! Rap is frickin' cool! I should try it! Naw, rap is for us black folks, just keep on buyin' it, an' keep it quiet Cracker Wah? Fuck! I was gonna sa...! You just called me a crack-... jahhh! I... don't have the rhythm to catch up, now I'm fucking behind the beat, that's where the hook goes And now fuck, I'm so white...! So comfortable on beats, I might go bucket naked to the lab Put my life in writin', why you think it's called a fuckin' pad? Fuck you, racists, sayin' I'm a guest in rap, 'cause I ain't black I ain't bad, for a white guy, yeah, you could kiss my ass I ain't bad, for the greatest rapper on the fuckin' Earth What's it matter, what color my mom and dad were at my birth? You could eat a big fat bowl of dick, if you think that my bars Don't belong in rap, 'cause my skin color don't match Lord Jamar's Becky, Becky! Oh my gosh! Why is he talking so harsh? Why doesn't he feel like slavery is all his fucking fault? Pro'bly 'cause it's fucking not I just dropped a video with a noose in it And I had to YouTube how to tie the knot So, you know, like, clearly, I'm fucking, like Expert CEO boss of KKK level racist, when I Have to YouTube how to... Oh, fuck it! You fucking morons... Man, rap has always been my crib, way before M-TV Cribs Now you steamin', 'cause my streamin' money payin' for my crib But, hey, I didn't earn it, right? And I don't deserve it, right? To write lyrics with a hand that's white, and cry about my perfect life? Well, what's the purpose, right? What's the point to bring this up, mannn? 'Cause, I ain't a guest here, this the house that I grew up innn I'm sure people mad, but fuck all that, I got enough frienddds Tell 'em zip it for' they get evicted, pay yo' fuckin' rennnt 'Cause I'm 'bout to get it in, homeboy, I'm 'bout to get it innn All you talkin' bout is skin, fuckboy, quit talking 'bout my skinnn I'm so fuckin' comfortable, you fuckin' know this where I liiiiive Guess you thought that I was just a guest around here? Guess againnn!
Writer(s): Huy Tran, Charles Cossetti Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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