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I Really Rap
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Hip-Hop/Rap
I Really Rap was released on November 23, 2018 by 1 9 9 X Music as a part of the album 1 9 9 X
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Album1 9 9 X
Release DateNovember 23, 2018
Label1 9 9 X Music
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM90

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Turk
Turk
Performer
T.U.R.K
T.U.R.K
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bataung Moeketsi
Bataung Moeketsi
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Taks Beats
Taks Beats
Producer

Lyrics

Intro: T.U.R.K
I ain’t playing with n****s, I really rap
No more Mr Nice Guy, I’m really mean with the raps
These n****s dumbing it down, them n****s can’t even rap
I need you to tell ‘em some’
Verse 1: T.U.R.K
I’m what you get if the old school were to meet the new
Biggie without Diddy and if 50 Cent still had a crew
The black Mozart with a pen
Now with that said, now we can let the story begin
Who am I? Capital T, That Unf***withable Rapper Kidd
This rapping sh**, godammit I swear I mastered it
Underrated, I figure that they just ain’t understanding it
Flow’s flying over their heads like I’m spitting in Mandarin
Imagine this, me dumbing my shit down
And risk sounding like these clowns claiming they run the town
My n**** never that, ‘cause soon my n**** imma be running rap
"1 9 9 X" on way, when it drops, you’re gonna run it back
I’m a killer I don’t need no berretta
My arsenal is a pen, pad and 26 letters
(BOW) Another homicide due to the rap game
(UH) You could be next if you don’t stay in your damn lane
(HA) I hear your sh** and I get sick ‘cause it’s that lame
(HA) Ya’ll n****s suck like bad b*****s that give brain
(YUCK) On any record I wreck it, man I’m a predator
My metaphors could body any competitor
Chorus: T.U.R.K
I ain’t playing with n****s, I really rap
No more Mr. Nice Guy, I’m really mean with the raps
These n****s dumbing it down, them n****s can’t even rap
I need you to tell ‘em something (what is that?)
I really rap
I really rap, my n****, I really rap [x3]
I need you to tell ‘em something (what is that?)
I really rap
Verse 2: T.U.R.K
(UH) Don’t make me body whole game
They’re surprised that the Kidd is only 20 with some change
Been nice with the 16’s since I was just 16
Flow dope like coke, could serve ‘bout 6 fiends
Your 15 minutes is over
Knocked on doors so that they could witness Kidd like Jehovah
But in my city if you don’t follow the quota
And sound like these f***ing lames, they’ll act like they don’t know ya
Avoiding following the footsteps of Kurt Kobain
Fear popping only to fade away like Kirko Bangz (BANG)
That’s real talk, man it don’t get no realer
Life handed me lemons, don’t ask why I’ve been so bitter
But I’m off that, I’d rather focus on making it off rap
No plan b, I knew what I would be and that’s all facts
So this little light of might mine imma let it shine
Young, gifted and black killing tracks is my only crimes
Chorus: T.U.R.K
Verse 3: T.U.R.K
Idols turn rivals I’m guessing that’s how the game goes
They see you doing good, so you become the one they aim for
That’s why you gotta keep an eye on ‘em before they change (OH)
Let’s talk about how these n****s’ steady f***ing the same h**sD
N****s caught slipping, raising another n****s kid
Not know the paternity, probably thinking it’s really his
True story, and this is normal in my city
Two-faced snakes got me hoping I got no fake in me
Rocking yellow chains that should be gold, no Lakers
My dude Baxx told to stay woke and so I stayed up
Late nights, early mornings. Really mean it, I stayed up
Plotting and scheming ‘bout making moves, my mind is made up
Skinny dude, bench pressing the cake to get my weight up
Pockets fatter than Toni’s ass, tell her I tryna lay up
But wait up, ‘cause I could never settle for lesser
They say that every king needs a Coretta or better
Chorus: T.U.R.K
Written by: Bataung Moeketsi
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