Sanjo – Real Rappers lyrics

[Lyrics]
[Intro:]
Hey ya’ll I’m just fucked up that nowadays all rappers do is write about bitches, money, drugs and how to diss cops
So I just thought I’d make my share to save hip hop
Here it goes

[Verse #1]
My pen had a wet dream’, the result is what you now hear
I find that rappers nowadays just want to stick their behind
On stupid cupid stuff and write romantic songs, which make me go frantic
Act all thuggish and gangstery, But when it's time to rap
He commits a crime and disses the people, who made hip-hop a shrine
Acting like he’s the one who’s smoking hot, when there’s still a lot of cats
Who ain’t got cash to chill, who ain’t that rash to want to kill
But their raps just smash you and bash you
Like when hulk and thor clashed and dashed at each other, Beginning a new era
Nowadays what rappers do is roll to the mall and maul some dolls,
And get them to crawl under your balls,
Make them fall at their feet, awake them and tell them this is how You will fill your lyric sheet
They gonna write about bitches, ashtray full of weed and burned from torches
Times have changed so much that rhymes have changed
Sadly all left is shitty, senseless and witless thickheads
Writing even more doltish, cloddish lyric for red-heads
They got fame but it seems so lame once you think about their aims
Hip-hop aint no monopoly to play with fake money
They were born gregarious who like to be in gaggles, well fuck his shit
Rap is a house and it aint got a bathroom so shit rappers leave their shit there
And make rap clean it up, well it ends today

[Chorus:]
You see real rappers take every fan as a blessing,
Real rappers make every song refreshing,
They don’t write about money, They don’t write about bitches,
Real rappers rap in the streets, rap in the streets,
You see real rappers take every fan as a blessing,
Real rappers make every song refreshing,
They don’t write about money, They don’t write about bitches,
Real rappers rap in the streets, rap in the streets,

[Verse #2]
My pen and paper made love and the baby was my lyrics
Rap is a word to describe a world inscribed and joined together
By a centrifugal force, Destroyed within a course by people taking rap as a source for a living
How can a human being be so cunning?
Back in the days rappers would not go ass-holing or pussy-searching
They would go free-styling or battling
They would be beefing and cursing and mocking each other on their filming
Leaving their foes kneeling and kissing their feet
The music on a sheet nowadays is not moving
Kool G Rap, Twista, Tech N9ne would spit worthy lyrics
It was touchy and subtly stingy, strongly led to a dreamy haven where everything
Was healthy, nothing was unhealthy and no one was stealthy
Their life is like an incense stick the fragrance remains
You see some rappers imprint an impression and
Make people hop with hints of celebration
I can’t sit straight and listen to mainstreams crap so I make a substitute and listen to 2pac

[Chorus:]
You see real rappers take every fan as a blessing,
Real rappers make every song refreshing,
They don’t write about money, They don’t write about bitches,
Real rappers rap in the streets, rap in the streets,
You see real rappers take every fan as a blessing,
Real rappers make every song refreshing,
They don’t write about money, They don’t write about bitches,
Real rappers rap in the streets, rap in the streets,

[Verse #3]
My flows supposed to be slow like a menstrual flow
But I have a few pursuit breakers when I’m in the zone
When I say something I say it, I don’t have to think about the way you wanna slay me
You’re a wack demon with some semen
You just want to eat creatine and make your body pop
Then hop to the shop where they sell dope non stop
I’m tired of seeing wanna be s***s on television
They say they wanna auction off their virginity
But all they want is to get paid for getting laid
I feel like slapping fake rappers on the face and pushing them through a glass slab
Till date your fate hasn’t been good to rate
Rick you’re the shoot I’m the root we go in separate ways
I wanna bleed you till I decreed you and guarantee your gonna
Plead and kneel before me and tell rap is best old-school
I will make a conflagration of your Rolls Royce
And make you listen to Royce Da 5’9
These raps are like pouts in a bout to you against me
Looking at you rap is like looking at a guy with asperges lie
It’s too late, you’ve realized you can’t escape because I’m in the gaseous state.

[Chorus:]
You see real rappers take every fan as a blessing,
Real rappers make every song refreshing,
They don’t write about money, They don’t write about bitches,
Real rappers rap in the streets, rap in the streets,
You see real rappers take every fan as a blessing,
Real rappers make every song refreshing,
They don’t write about money, They don’t write about bitches,
Real rappers rap in the streets, rap in the streets,

[Outro:]
That’s all man, I just want to say if you want to rap, learn to be real to yourself.