There Is No Skin Color
💥Many Rymes💥 Dope Beat💥 I am a bad rapper. I dont use trappers. My songs blow dem bladders. I hate fucking actors. Your music does matter. My rhymes on a platter. Quit that damn chatter. Climbing High I'm on a ladder. Why am I not noticed. I know I'm not the oldest. I'm honest and calmest. Dishonest in August. I promised to vomit but I'm on a comit. My rhymes are the rawest not making a profit. Nigga dont come out the closet. People talk shit in the chat. I just sit back and relax. I'm going to attack the jacks with wax in the cracks dont tax. Its just plain facts. Everyone see an act and they react. This app be wack and it leaves an impact. Like the track and comment. Its not a object. Just a fucking concept. We are not an armrest. The song was processed with a project. Not a pothead yet. My mom is dead. She went to bed she said. The room was all fucking red. Spread on the bread bloodshed. Shot with led. Being called a sped through sex ed. A bear named Ted it had a head and was put in the shed. Got to save that money. I'm just tryen to be funny. Dad called me sonny. I had a bunny. Tapped that tummy. My buddy was a dummy playing with that putty. He was pudgy and chubby and got very touchy. He was muddy and nutty like a little puppy.
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💥Many Rymes💥 Dope Beat💥 I am a bad rapper. I dont use trappers. My songs blow dem bladders. I hate fucking actors. Your music does matter. My rhymes on a platter. Quit that damn chatter. Climbing High I'm on a ladder. Why am I not noticed. I know I'm not the oldest. I'm honest and calmest. Dishonest in August. I promised to vomit but I'm on a comit. My rhymes are the rawest not making a profit. Nigga dont come out the closet. People talk shit in the chat. I just sit back and relax. I'm going to attack the jacks with wax in the cracks dont tax. Its just plain facts. Everyone see an act and they react. This app be wack and it leaves an impact. Like the track and comment. Its not a object. Just a fucking concept. We are not an armrest. The song was processed with a project. Not a pothead yet. My mom is dead. She went to bed she said. The room was all fucking red. Spread on the bread bloodshed. Shot with led. Being called a sped through sex ed. A bear named Ted it had a head and was put in the shed. Got to save that money. I'm just tryen to be funny. Dad called me sonny. I had a bunny. Tapped that tummy. My buddy was a dummy playing with that putty. He was pudgy and chubby and got very touchy. He was muddy and nutty like a little puppy.
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