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lirik lagu ray jets - rap blues

[intro]

(laughter)

i don’t even know why i’m laughing
ain’t even got money in the bank
still underground looking for that daylight

[verse 1: ray jets]
how they go play jets like cops and robbers
stick em’ up
like 9-5’s the only option
saying give the rap a rest
ironic how bars came out the pen
so led keeps breaking in my pad like a bailiff
every time they hit me with a doubting statement
lately
i’m insane in the membrane
tryna’ take me for an amateur
gunslinging, malice and m-ssacre pon’ the camera
how they go stamp on me
with this 1st cl-ss delivery
footprints of the industry
kept
in the form of n-a-s
hov and big figures that left
so i pack a punch
chop you n-ggas if i get bored
open these blinds for your eyes
till you see light of course
you ain’t much below
so you might as well head for it
no surprise that your mums mourning
shook in my jungle
two lines will make you quick pause it
rewind
bump my track for a 2nd time
no way you remembered anything past the 1st rhyme
the thrilla in manila
make the white girls squirt they vanilla
all i want is a stage
and some recognition of my ways in the picture
description
d-double-o-r live in concert
n-gga

[hook]

i got the rap blues
i got the rap blues
i got the rap blues

[verse 2: ray jets]
sitting at the back of the bus
cos’ i’m the black of the bunch
practicing my rapping
i’m a addict like the f-gs to the b-tts
but frustrations all up in my brain cellular
i’m pr-ne to failure
cos’ rains like a detergent to my verse
washing on words i’m tryna emerge
drip drop
i lose the plot it’s like a curse
blocking up the jot
it won’t stop
like the cops on king
got me fired up like pots and things
i’m pr-ne to sin
almost off the rails
but still trained in the ways of poetic forte’s
leave legacies engraved in your dome for days
there like ooo
who he be?
ray jets thick brows
with the goatee
but they still check him for i.d
that’s why the chicks call me baby face
i don’t vex
they wanna’ baby me
gladly suck chest
put they vag closer to my celery
fly coolie
but i’m far from featherweight
kind of catchy ain’t it
make you meditate crazy with the words i be saying
hmmmm
face it

[hook]

i got the rap blues
i got the rap blues
i got the rap blues

[verse 3: ray jets]
no soul selling
we doing this the fairway
swinging like the wife of a tiger
this pride of a lion is possibly liger
knock the door
hit record
these napalms set booths to light up
watch producers bodies pile up
they want a taste
lyrics amaze
like where the minotaur
gimme beats
i’ll give you more
already sick of staying under covers
won’t expose me to these guys, in the xl’s highest column
just gimme’ the chance
i’m bound to drop them
like dominoes getting the rock’s rock bottom
now who the boss on top of your forum?
british kid can’t spit?
now who the h-ll be talking all of that foreign
plain and simple
ima’ have to change my scribe for the sword more often

[hook]

i got the rap blues
i got the rap blues
i got the rap blues

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