Hook: My rap has been underground
Just waiting to break out
Oh wait, I've been found
Discovered with my music
Verse 1: I've been sitting on the couch
Being Oscar the Grouch
This ain't Sesame Street
Give me the vouch
I should say Proof
Not the rapper, goof
The damage to disproof
It was fake
Oof
I'm on a damn roof
Thinkin' of suicide
Wait, I'm a rapper
What kind of talk is that?
(Falcone!)
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Verse 2: Who am I wit
No one cuz my songs are the shit
I would never quit cuz of hate
The rhymes I spit
They get love
My party got lit
With my glove
I'd get one hit
Then my talent's above
The radio started to allow
I got clout
You may doubt
But I'm the fire
Don't make me shout (FUCK!)
What's this about?
Bullshit
I don't complain cuz I'm that kid
Never try to close my lid
It won't work
Not anytime soon
I'm no buffoon
Think whatever
But I'll still rap
Or I will still rap going above
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