"Raps Soap Opera (Never taken Outta Da Ga"  Parental Advisory genre: Hip Hop
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	Just some demo type shit... all experimental
	Label: Looking Glass Associates Credits: Lyrics by Twisted, Beat By N O N S E N S E
	Story Behind the Song Just a story about how I feel about stuff thats goin down on the westcoast... Lyrics What the hell is so different about switchin positions / the differance between me and you is I'm up an comin // you should be fallin, I'm comin from the city of C-arson / while u came from compton, so you started this rap action // my re-action's body snatchin, body baggin, guns clappin / and c walkin and while ya pop lockin, ya know I'm zip lockin // so I'll let my guns do the talkin, click clack and thats it / the aftermath of tha chronic generation is pussy spit // so fuck it, the chronic gen itself has gotta be pussy spit / so whats wid it, find them niggaz who led it, and get them wetted // they definately in-debted, to the criminal society / but fuck them niggaz, that top of the west is my propriety // as raps deities, asked me to grace the western vicinity / with some godly divenity, so what u get is the twisted entity // I'm beginning to see why the rap game is in need of my similarities / to bring up some of thee, underated possibilities, one ear is all i need // indeed to bring this game up to speed / Verse 2: You've been doin this shit now for three years strong / and nigga you ain't recorded a song, in three years long // I coulda even been hittin tha bong, waitin for your ass to come along / But you promised me you'd record with ru and drop some hot shit // But all I heard from your lips, is ... and thats it / and I didn't even ask you if you were slobbin, all I said was your the robin // of batmans Long Begotten, robins, robin and thats pretty pitiful / cuz I once had you on my label, but you were deceitful // you ran out on your homies, ran out on your label, then ran out on your people / and I don't even have to tell you when the homies wanted to beat you // Cuz that damn look on your face says it all fool / I should have told you that this is Raps Soap-Op-er-A // Tha Type of shit Dramatic e-nough, to make niggaz sport shit like they got Cholera / Bra! Verse 3: Nigga how long have you been in tha game, and till this day / You still up there, forgettin your own lyrics on stage // and if it wasn't for that fact that it takes two, I would of already caught a murder case / cuz I can't believe one messed up show, out of a four, has made you want to about face // and one faggot hittin on you has made you wanna change face / stop spittin the way you do and lose your fanbase // it's enormous, haven't you seen how many people applaud your performance / and now you just wanna leave them all in the streets and lie dormant // so get tha fuck outta your depression, what if you die tomorrow mornin / and people have no more sick shit to learn from // But twisted, that will never happen, I can never stop myself from rappin / it's like tryin to hold a bullet in the barrel of a gun thats clappin // it's like tryin to keep you dick soft, while in the process of masturbation / withought emotion lotion, in thee end though blue balls is the results of tha quotion //

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