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Cliche
1,014
Hip-Hop/Rap
Cliche was released on February 6, 2001 by Galapagos4 as a part of the album Typical Cats
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Release DateFebruary 6, 2001
LabelGalapagos4
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM83

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See, Quelle's way past math to drop techs on future prospects
Never got toys like Christmas in the projects
You rock sets as players, dude bragging you ain't famous
Tighter than vacuums and gets looser than faggots anus
Doper MC's nonexistent like RuPaul's clit is
Can't tell if you're dick or pussy like topless infants
Couldn't spit sick ish, kid, licking your cold sores
And leave you scared to drop shit like school stalls with no doors
Wonder how this fucker whispers thunder sounds
You're fly like crippled ostriches, I scare heads underground
And break it down like midget B-boys screaming mathematics
When style switches faster than faggots rocking their thongs backwards
Ask if I'll kill your career with one verse
You couldn't beat me to death if I let you jump first
He's a pussy on the low, don't fuck with Philippine cuisine
Deeper than Mexican philosophy and Chevy submarines
What's he mean? I think he means you're wack, B
In fact, I'm harder to catch than hailing taxis with black peeps
Get in your ass so fast, shit scabs when the cops come
Guilty as charged, blowing minds like shingle with shotguns
Hold nuts like padded rooms, wack raps can't plead insanity
Just cause I stand over you don't mean you understand me
Man, please, I'm way too fucking dope to be this humble
And knock you out the frame like
Christmas pictures with your drunk uncle
Like fuck Quelle and his whole team, those irrelevant flows
I'm digging in the crates and he's
Dunking 'em down from telephone poles
Hope I might choke, you're as wack as your white jokes
The only cat to drop lines like Samoans on tightropes
Motherfuckers can't even respond, what can he say?
Cause after the battle he's more like "Yo, I ain't wanna win anyway
And Quelle ain't shit like I ain't lose, he ain't even rapping right"
Damn right I'm an asshole, you pussies ain't even half as tight
To and fro, fluid flow, you know I'm splitting speakers
Try pressing promos on boomerangs, them shits is cheaper
Before bragging how big my dick was, this bic smudged notepad
Was dad to whoop his ass and change his whole fad
Now it's proud to be the loudest, so what you damage mics?
Battle cats claim to be deep just cause they seen Titanic twice?
You can't and might say something worthwhile, you'd rather be wild
Huge dick liars, I'd rather teach with freestyles
Edutainment got played quick, no thanks, big stick
Fuck my kids don't need your playground
Education, content not saying shit
Mastered the art of llama jokes while flipping used beats
I'll teach your kids about God, they'll kill you when you sleep
Don't be role models, be honest using looseleaf loosely
The same cats that's hating Puffy, they be chasing Lucci
You wasn't preaching beef before, telling lies in the street
Keep it roughneck, I flip subjects, success means getting sleep
Don't take it out on us cause the love wasn't there
Hip hop will show you love but the world doesn't care
About your big dick, sick shit, lunatic, drug abuse kid
I've got some herb and words to give, now let's make some music
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