Rappers

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(Ya! Ya! Ya! Ya!) Verse 1 These are shots from my head Thoughts from my automatic Only dodged if you're acrobatic A rap savage, a mathematic addict Not to mention the fact I got a screw loose in my attic I'm erratic, with the gift of gab with which I rap And when I attack it's graphic Wreaking havoc on the sad sacks of shit That rap about bad bitches, getting money and fabrics You motherfuckers is just average Why not be sporadic? Why don't you say something you thought of on your own? These motherfuckers are drones, zoned And saying the same lines over and over again like clones I'm on the other end of the spectrum, I'm drastic Shooting for the stars, I'm galactic I got a war-like tactic as I cast my magic Verbs out the barrel of the metallic It's like a drive-by in traffic There's too many emcees that use their words just for the racket I don't fuck with you if you're ratchet I like my women fleshy, not plastic And I'm a rapper so I must exclaim my status With lines about how I'm the biggest and the baddest How my rhymes are elastic And how your shit is Jurassic while mine remains a classic And I'm a rapper so I must think of myself as fantastic My ego must be massive How I must be a fanatic of the sound of static From a record being scratched backwards Don't judge me from my demographic Judge this rap as a map and you're topographic Judge me from my smile and my laugh The fact, I got a good heart And display it as I rip these beats apart Preserving the purpose of this art Did you know I'm smart? My IQ tops the charts Ninety-ninth percentile my brain sparks Just like Tony Stark, plus his armor I could hit a mark, a mile away with a dart, with the skills of an archer Pinpoint accuracy with the rhymes I author I wrote this verse in permanent marker The beat, turns me from Peter Parker Into a freakish martyr, expanding my web of partners I can show you where the dark side of the moon gets darker I can show you where the dark side of the moon gets darker Chorus Fuck these Emcee's These rules and degrees Can't define me I remain free Fuck these Emcee's These rules and degrees Can't define me My name is G Verse 2 What the fuck is autotune? Use it, and get run up on by my goons Thirsty for the color of maroon From you autotune poon- -tangs, fangs of a harpoon Sink into your veins, and suck you dry like a prune Then wrap your sack of skin into a cocoon You must use autotune as a way To disguise the fact you ain't got shit to say If you use autotune, I might break your teeth Leave you speechless like old school cartoons If you use autotune, I might break your teeth Leave you to bleed, then come scoop your loot If you use autotune, I might break your teeth Make a beat, repeat and resume If you use autotune, I will break your teeth Then force-feed you to the dark side of the moon Chorus Fuck these Emcee's These rules and degrees Can't define me I remain free Fuck these Emcee's These rules and degrees Can't define me My name is G Outro (G! G! G! G! G! G! G! G! G! G! G! G! G!) G Whiz, G Baby, N!cky G, don't fuck with me G Whiz, G Baby, N!cky G, you'd better not fuck with me if your just an average rapper…