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Rapping (Rmx)
Folk
Rapping (Rmx) was released on December 17, 2025 by Weather Worn Ltd. as a part of the album 21st Album for YouTube
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Release DateDecember 17, 2025
LabelWeather Worn Ltd.
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM88

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bryan Bridges
Bryan Bridges
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bryan Bridges
Bryan Bridges
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bryan Bridges
Bryan Bridges
Engineer

Lyrics

I'm rapping, yeah I'm rapping
Hear the clapping when I'm tapping
On a beat that ain't even happening
But I'm actin' like it's slammin
I'm a rapper, I'm a rapper
Like a snack inside the wrapper
Open me and nothing's in there
Just a void and lots of chatter
Cause I rap, yeah I rap
This is me, when I rap
Take a lap, roll my rap
Fall asleep in my trap
I can rap all day long
I can rap all the time
Ain't a thought in my head
But it's still gonna rhyme
I'm a rapper, I'm a rapper
I'm a clapper with a slapper
Of a rhyme that just is rapper
In a slightly different pattern
Come and dig my little song
Yeah my song really slays
It's a song about a song
That repeats in endless ways
Cause I rap, yeah I rap
This is me, when I rap
Drop a nap in my lap
As my brain takes a nap
I'm a rap you a song
I'm a sing you a rap
It's a map to nowhere special
Just a rhyme in a trap
Look at me, I'm rappin' wow
Are you impressed? No
How? Even I forgot the point
Of this empty, hollow joint
But I rap, yeah I rap
And that's basically the rap
Yeah I rap, yeah I rap
This is me, when I rap
Pure collapse of the craft
Like a lint paper scrap
But you're stuck in the vibe
Cause the beat kinda slams
In a stupid, vacant, echoing, embarrassingly dumb way
I rap, I do
That's it, that's the song
If you wanted any meaning
You came to the wrong song
I'm rappin, yeah I'm rappin, yeah
I'm a rappin, yeah I'm rappin
Like a parrot when it's yappin
Droppin' syllables so nimble
But the brain behind it's nappin
I'm a rapper of the rapper
Who's a rappin, what I'm rappin
Like a fractal made of nothin
Watch infinity just happen
Words are flutterin' and mutterin
The clutter just keeps stutterin
I utter butter nonsense
Till your sense of sense is shudderin
I'm smotherin' the meaning
With the feelin' of unfeelin
I'm a ceiling with no roofline
Yeah, I'm endlessly repealin
Cause I rap, yeah I rap
This is me, when I rap
I collapse every fact
Like a philosophical trap
I can rap all the time
I can rhyme in a rhyme
I'm a mime in a line
Sayin' rap is sublime
I'm a rapper writin' rapture
In a chapter full of laughter
About a craft that's never crafted
Just a draft of nothin' after
I'm a scholar of the holler
I'm a doctor of the nada
I'm a thesis made of air
That got approved by your grandfather
I'm a syntactic gymnastic Enthusiastastic
Droppin' plastic bombastic Semantic gymnastics
Every word I ever say Is just a vacuum in a jacket
But I pack it with a racket
So you think you gotta back it
I'm a thought without a thinker
I'm a thinker with no thought
Like a kettle with no metal
That's still claimin' it's too hot
I'm a rhythm with no reason
I'm a season with no snow
I'm a rapper with no purpose
And I'm proud to let it show
Yeah I rap, yeah I rap This is me, when I rap
Watch me strap on a wrap Like a poorly fitted cap
I'm a rap, you a song I'm a song, you a rap
I'm the gap in the map Where the wind takes a nap
Look at me, I'm rappin' rapid Tappin' static
Thoughts sporadic Automatic
Problematic Yet my logic's acrobatic
So emphatic Monochromatic
Hyperactive Emblematic Of a tragic democratic
Lack of magic in my attic But I rap
So it's fine That's the line
Never mind I'm a quantum level wannabe
We wanna be in front of me
A sonnet made of onomatopoeia
Out of harmony I'm logically illogical
Methodically improbable A prodigal rhetorical
Entirely rhetorical I'm stackin' up the syllables
Like ladders to the meaningless I'm blessin' every lesson
With the essence of a thoughtless mess I digress
But even my digression's unimpressive
I'm aggressive with my passive
I'm excessive with recess
My poet in slow motion
But I'm flyin' at the speed
Of a need that never needed
Any seed to plant a creed
I'm the king of empty kingdoms
I'm the lord of vacant lore
If you're lookin' for a meaning
Let me show you to the door Yeah I rap
Yeah I rap This is me when I rap
I'm a flap in the map With a half-hearted clap
You can follow my song
But the song won't leave back
I'm a snack with no flavor
In a gourmet pack
See me bleedin' out the beat
With a defeat that's incomplete
I retreat but still repeat
The empty heat I can't delete
Every lyric's just a mirror
Sayin' nothin' loud and clear
But you cheer the engineer
Of this veneer of rap career
I rap I rap a lot
I rap profusely I rap conclusively
About absolutely nothin
And somehow
It still kinda slaps
Written by: Bryan Bridges
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