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. . . . . . . . . . oh my god , all this for me i must be on my job , im rappin but not any classics so when i make the first 10 grand i buy the honda accord , then i pack stuff in the honda accord , goin on the high way with the honda accord, so miss engineer you better be pressin record ah,And on behalf of the streets, I just can't be ignored
Staging all black , just like a new glock
All the broads screaming like they just seen Tupac.
Say his earring's 'bout big as his ego.
Keep a fresh soft head like he just left went emo
This ain't even mine, this is my groupies single.
And everytime I watch The Wire, its like I just left B-Mo(haha!).
Call me Milo, come be my Snoopy.
Superstar baby, why wouldnt you be me
Hook : come lookin for me , ima be on top, come lookin for me, ima be on top, come lookin for me, ima be on top, come lookin for me, ima be on top!
(Yea, one more time. C'mon.)
You on your fifteenth minute of fame.
And on the sixteenth, beginneth the lame.
And on seventeen, you lose everything.
The twenty-first is the worst.
Wishing you was eleven popping like you was seven.
With the feeling when you were seconds
Reminiscing when you was just in, now you just him.
No longer the trend they dress in.
Now you wondering where all the rest went.
You know longer impress them, get arrested, they will press then.
I fell on purpose to stay a freshman.
I lose, but i attend the school for X-Men.
So when I get my cap and gown and put the rapping down,
i only know half my powers but I spent half an hour.
Like a senior citizen having a baby shower.
Haters want to budget but my fans still love it.
So you can ask them exactly who I are.
Nine weeks, at number 1. I'm a Superstar.
hook :come lookin for me , ima be on top, come lookin for me, ima be on top, come lookin for me, ima be on top, come lookin for me, ima be on top
( for real this time last one )
Okay now.
Anyone who know me, they know me to ride
But when the porn was selling slow it's just my homies and I.
Had to get rid of all the phonies and the homies disguised.
So you speaking, I don't reply, homie don't be surprised
You ain't gotta ride for me, I didn't ask you to.
Take the journey on my own, I would gladly do.
You gonna and turn around now, I'll call a cab for you.
I stand up on my own 2, he kiss the a** of who.
No way Jose, we pot Rose, blow dro, that's more than okay.
See but don't say, my folk, they flip more yay than Cirque du Soleil.
Keyser Soze, oh they kill people and get off like OJ.
You catch your case, just shut your face, don't get caught singing do, re,
Mi, fa, say, la, ti, do, ghetto hero, G-code I obey.
He's so gay, didn't have no business hanging around me no way.
It's okay, life lesson learned I suggest that you go your way.
I be straight, no conversation man.
That's all I'm gonna say .
- by IronmanJr234 |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 07/31/2009 |
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- Title: on top
- Artist: IronmanJr234
- Description: rap
- Date: 07/31/2009
- Tags: truth
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