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Rob Markman
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Hey yo Rob this is DJ Khaled The streets is talkin' bro They sayin' that you rappin' now I said 'That can't be true' I said 'No, Rob breaks down raps He breaks down the bars, he breaks down the lyrics' But they the streets sayin' that you rappin' now Ayo Rob, if this is true hit me back I wanna hear what type of bars you talkin' about Because, for you to step in this zone You must be in the zone It's DJ Khaled Bill your novel voice
Took a couple years but I did it Shawty you could do it too Did the days they said I couldn't You just gotta believe in you I don't know what the fuck you thought I want the crown too Couple jewels and plaques Shit that sounds cool You hear the hunger growl loud when I'm 'round fool Around you I'm like cannabis, round two I'm in the booth, soundproof but when I'm down to I'm shootin' trays and wanna get fouled to Picture me, spittin' bars and givin' how-tos I'm in the wrong, error should've been around flu Fuck it, this a revival of sorts Now I'm livin' out on my wildest thoughts My cousin caught a L, shit was ground in the court So I'ma drop this motherfucker just 'cause life is so short I'll be damned if a motherfucker panic for me That's the start of the motherfuckin endin' to me Shit's scary, all these ghosts and ghouls It's a problem Ok you a goon but ya goon got a goblin
Yo y'all, there's two very disrespectful things about you doin' a album One: you didn't ask me for a hook, my high list, nothin' And then, two: it's blasphemy for a media nigga to do a rap album nigga You media, stay media man, keep it media nigga How you gonna cross from media to rappin' nigga? Get the fuck out o' here, nobody don't do that
I don't fuck with the suburbans in my city man I'm superstitious, that's the shit they killed Biggie in Tell Ubo, fuck him, I ain't gettin' in I'ma sell a couple records and I'm gonna get a Benz Everybody's shocked off the bead I lace When I walk up in the spot they make the wee-bay face You got fat while I starved shit I need a taste Me and my team run this bitch like a relay race This the warm-up, the game ain't even started I'm just pennin' I swear I could go harder It's just me, I swear I'm the only writer I'm the old dirty bastard, my style ain't got no father Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com I'm beggin' Father, the spirit's with they lyricism Couple Caspers in the game, we need a exorcism If they sleep, get 'em out they bed Then Linda Blair with these verses, make they head spin
Hey man it's me man it's D-Day drama man So listen, you know we talked about the rapping thing And um, I don't feel like going according to plan Like, you did your freestyle, you got three acts a night Which you will play The album? Like, how're you gonna just do the album? You know, when we talked you said I guess you wrote mixtapes comin' first about Bob Mar gon' get the grips
Knew I was a writer Never new I was a rider Let's get the show on the road I'ma finish up the RADA The wordplay tighter, every verse fire Anybody tell you different is a goddamn liar Rick Grimes rhyme, got no fear Rebel when that jealous hit, dead out here My emotions ooutta control Tryna get off on these keys and save my brothr's soul And if this shit don't pay off I know a couple Cs I could text who'd let the K off Hold the sale, I got Ms to get And a couple of the dreams I ain't mentioned yet And they said I'd never make it This for anyone who ever had a shot and didn't take it For everything we love and everything held sacred Gotta get it while you livin' Let 'em drown in the hatred
Yo Rob, what's up my G? This is Royce da 5'9' Yo man, I heard through the grapevine that you're supposed to be rappin' now Let me tell you something my brother I always considered you like one of my deahs in this music industry You know I wouldn't fuck with a lot of niggas But I just need to see you to understand That you can't be that guy, just like breaking down the rapper's verses On Rap Genius, and not really come in with it yourself line for line I got all the faith in the world that you gon' do that Ha ha ha, aight?
Yo, it's your big brother Sway, hey Rob I can't believe you did it But I knew it was in you Careful, a lot of haters 'gon tell you what you can't do That's when you do the opposite That's when you keep pickin' up your bars I'm proud of you Rob, and may your dreams come true You a hyena
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