Household Hip-Hop

Household Hip-Hop Verse 1 : Pay attention, look closely if you-listen You will see, that there, are truely few-christened Who can say, that they, are truely musicians You'd find more talent now a days through-fishing These rappers are lookin' baffled like this shit-is-a-riddle Talkin' sense'd leave 'em lookin' like a cripple-who-dribbles I ain't a gangsta or a trick so I'll just sit-in-the-middle And you can say what you want, or shut your lip-and-just-fizzle I'm hungry, on point, and fit-as-a-fiddle Could bring a couple of hits with lyrics written-in-scribbles Could give a dam about P's I'm happy stickin'-to-Lidols These industry run protatutes give-me-the-giggles Cause I know this rap game like the back-of-my-hand It's fake as Americas war in Afghanistan I don't care about fame or if I'm lacking-the-glam Don't wanna be one of these fakes stacking-their-grands Na, I'll stick to being home-made And build these thousands of fans from my home-page Don't give a shit what fake guys and clones-say Always have and will do things my own-way........ Chorus: Now adays rap to me sounds a bit plop These fake guys should be wearing bras and Lip gloss Me I'm taking this game right to the tip-top Cause I ain't your average household hip-hop I'm not rich, on a beach wearing flip-flops I'm on the block, in my house gettin shit locked Advancing every hour on the wrist watch Cause I ain't your average household hip-hop.... Verse 2: Man it's incredible The way how so many terrible Mcees out there pass off as sellable Claiming to make music but, you're not credible That's why I never took serious anything you said-at-all! I'll munch you like a happy meal to me you're edible You talking like you're something sick should be a federal Offence, name me one person on my pedestal At my level or who's even fucking ahead-at-all! And you're probably stunned to know i made this beat-too ! Umm, yes, I'm a musician it's what we-do ! Oh you think I'm in a booth where you can see through To the million tecnitions switching the EQ ? How sweet, No I'm a real artist-son Not a fake imitation like half the scum You might see on T.V with half east lon- -ndon standing behind them posing while they're parking-some Rented whip, fake from their heads-to-their-toes Try bring something original their heads-will-explode Yet people claim they're sick while they head-to-their-shows Hip-Hop never died, it just looks dead-cause-of-clones So give me a fork-and-some-cups And I'll single handedly launch an assault-on-these-fucks Touch on real life subjects that ought-to-be-touched And see that every fake out there is forcibly-crushed