Greatest Rap Verses

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West coast, East coast, you can't hate all the mid coast
being so scandalous, 'bout my people just like the celebrity's jokes
Homies follow her, go with her, be with her, homies know that
like putting 2 cents in and gettin a dollar back
Homie really wanna be like Sherlock Holmes
girls put their ex boyfriends and attach strings into a banjo
Everybody don't wanna see me, need me, but always leave me
nobody crackin' like a fortune cookie to believe me
You never hear me, but act like a homie who try to
keep them blindsided as they bangin' chest like a ape
Close shop til the girl gettin' trouble like out to date
don't stop as y'all snitchin' people to gettin' themselves straight
Hotter than a microwave, 12 shots , a person who will gettin' criticize
me and securities be act like Abraham Lincoln mini size
Money calculation and hustle like a gang, I'm insane
grabbin' world of anthem and be part of a hall of fame
 
Every single time people hatin' all my greatest fastest rap
like everybody hates Chris a family who hates a bully that naps
This is Twist-i-Twist, I'ma one who makes finger snaps
with bunch of girls that I pay attention to any parent traps
Seenin' with two mates pourin' a whole bottle of estacy
now being a rapper that created my own legitimate legacy
People never trustin' me, now everybody talk to me
got no business what to say cause all the girls servin' in front of me
Postin' up at Facebook and standin' like a legend Navy's looks
people makin' fun of everybody while ladies called us crooks
Citizens creates a strikes and used a bowling pins as a burnin' books
hittin' 300 points witch is the perfect game, and creates my own hooks
Everyday I read an old Bible, and a picture of all the teens
went up to the podium, now everybody sing with me
Writtin' all these raps stuff every single day lyrically
after my speech, there's a question and everybody who's with me
 
Every new rappers talkin' themselves and ladies being together
there not together, but talks about smokin' all around forever
In late 2010 hip hop is already dead
new rappers put inside the tombstone, and celebratin' in bed
When I was 11, I want to bring hip hop back to life
new school back to old school with recorders and mics
Focusin' East coast versus West coast, I'm part of the middle
these homies hate my raps, but I started rappin' the newest single
If I control the hip hop industry in New York
like Just Blaze, Jake One, and Storch take over the forts
Wasn't my opinion to experience of all greatest hip hop
I'm from West coast rappin' like East coast I never get shot
I don't care wearin' clothes that led gettin' caught by cops
like in Harlem and Compton, homies runnin' all 'round the block
Gettin' shot either gangs or organization like Biggie against the clock
all underground and mainstream, rappers bring me back to hip hop
 
You see me I'm famous that my high schoolers don't know how to rap
with 15 or more syllables like old schoolers rappin' with stacks
How new artists and producers smokin' and drinkin' while playin' craps
if I was involved with it my famous rap career was a wrap
I haven't been to a studio for a long time, it's my time
I seen undergrounders puttin' signs to the cameras, it's never a lie
Then I was really claustrophobic to girls while I was shy
and I startin' writin' my lyrics about my life while I keepin' my mind
People know me while I was at downtown, but just now
I'm back in town to representin' my world so I always found
So every time homies and ladies was steppin' inbound
like a voodoo found its place and sound like a clown
Gosh, blazin' my tracks to the people just matter of fact
everyone bullied me cause I sound just like a rat
Few years later, I'm the greatest teen rapper than you ever had
then people in Billboards nominatin' me 'bout hip hop and grad

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