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lirik lagu what you’re not – jay-lee (rap)

[intro]
yeah, it’s been a long time coming man
if n0body else is gunna say something, i’m*a say it myself
it is what it is man, hah
yeah (ayyy!)

[verse 1]
first verse i’m warning ya, second i’ve torn in ya
won’t do a third, i’d assume i’d be boring ya
hopefully obvious soon who i’m talking to
sheets will be red with the blood of a poor victim
warrior, what you’re not, what did you want
did you want me gone, can’t reach the top, so you’re scorned? you’re a copycat, tyler and kanye’s rhythm
is it true that you d*ckride lil d*cky like he’s god?
(did somebody say original?)
no! that’s what you’re not
switching up, ruptured ass; suck a d*ck
just performed at a local bar?
wow * that’s incredible, you’re so professional
every song is the same beat more terrible
maybe he’s aiming to stay local level
“what does he do?”
performs at bars!
“does he deliver them?”
no, he can’t
[verse 2]
potato, potato
a rainbow, an assh0l*
a leprechaun whose pot is empty
he won’t make a dollar, a pound or a cent
here’s the neck i want bent, i’m*a vent you can follow the scent
i can sense someone’s sent for me * where?
ireland * dryer than potato famine
his streams; empty, dreams; empty
schemes; empty; he’s 18, 19, 20
(sh*t… you a grown*ass man!)
sit your old ass down
gave the weakest verse on my weakest album
f*ck that clown, wish upon a star you can get one fan
fantano called * you wanna bite his hand?
the one the fed your act, god d*mn
can’t even decide “who the f*ck i am!”
wrapped around the fingers of mans
who’d slap you down cos you thieve their talent

[bridge]
my flows sound the same! (sh*tty production!)
my content is lame! (my mixing is pungent!)
where are my meds! (heads an eruption!)
where’s jabro? (stuck in my dungeon!)
a stolen idea! (kanye for munching!)
tyler and earl! (i’m always biting)
my meds! (where are *)
where are * (my meds?)
man where are * (my meds)
my meds! (where are my meds?)
(argh!)
[verse 3]
switch up again, where is your bed?
lost it escaping bedlam; where you live?
you’re running; oh dear, you forget your meds
you’re f*cked, little friend, a voice in your head
looks who appeared
a k!ller with beard
so patchy reminds me of albums you did
a grand puppeteer of the wackest veneer
releasing a sound that’s attacking your ear
(wait, is that a mirror?)
yuh! it is; reflecting your fears
showing exactly what’s seen by your peers
the lonely island of rap’s disappeared
he’s laughed at by me, and you, and anyone listenin’ who hears
don’t intervene, it’s him and it’s me, trapped in fugazi
i guess that we’ll see! reply; green; envy; why?
gimme the tea! ha
aight

- jay lee rap

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