I'm Not A Hater - Sage Francis

I'm Not A Hater - Sage Francis

Альбом
Sick of Waging War
Год
2001
Язык
`Angļu`
Длительность
157730

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I'm Not A Hater

Sage Francis

I’m not a genius I just think a lot

And MCs they ain’t nervous they just a lot

And you’re not an alcoholic you just drink a lot

I’m burning pages with my pen because my ink is hot

I’ve got twelve melted pens that end in my pocket protector

My man chilling inside a that’s my sector

We wrecked a instrumental

Every time a freestyle cypher inside a temple

Get gentle and sentimental when I cuddle with freaks

Still I can’t get my mind off all the trouble in the streets

MCs bite my rhymes while I struggle to eat

Mad DJs are clowns but they can’t even juggle beats

Plus all they flare is nostrils

And all they know about the is what they learned at the hospital

They got twelve punches but no technique in their arsenal

I seen one kid try to transport me, that shit looked impossible

It was the obstacle, where’s your knowledge of hip hop

Microphone hogs get their lips knocked

Straight out of low cash of gut just like prince rock

I’m about to spread my asscheeks on your ears and let my shit drop

Dank cans are leaving space on my hands

And I’m a dangerous man who brain scans

I try to not rock name brands

Your mom will wear Adidas till her death

Singing all day «I dream about Sage» under her breath

I wonder what’s left of the underground heads

heart in your hip hop to me it sounds dead

Base nine on your bed I heard your girl yell next

You ain’t a pimp just because that bitch sells sex

But you ain’t a player just because you wear a jersey

No fear no mercy

Scared MCs can’t do nothing but swear and curse me

Swearin to hearse me but I don’t know the pain

It’s like menthol Novocaine for my clean and sober brain

I let the poppers pop and the breakers break

I represent B-Boys with the back pains and headaches

I make fakes run home just throw the one poem

Mixtape number twenty one DJ Unknown

I’m not from Houston I just rap a lot

And DJs names sell out they just play crap a lot

And you’re not a bitch ass you just get smacked a lot

I just keep dissing you if you back up and not

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