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Johnny, get on the piano, let’s do this

Thirty years in the business…

What’s up? What’s up?

I want to welcome everybody to the Lounge

You know…

You’ve heard of Rapper’s Delight? Well, I’m delightful

I got my buddy Asher Roth with me, straight out of the Philadelphia, PA

Here’s a little Ham 'N' Eggs coming right at you…

Yo, I got a question (What's that?)

What’s a rapper look like?

Is he tan? Is he black? White?

Is he blacked out, high on the crack pipe?

Or more the cats that’ll ride on the half-pipe?

Don’t want to act like I know about the rap type

Cause matter of fact I can’t grasp who rap likes

With their cash do they stash for retirement?

Or go for finer things like rides and diamonds and???

Another question (What's that?)

How do they dress?

Are they best cut threads or are they spend less

I’m interested, it’s caught my attention

Yo, does everybody in rap get arrested?

And with they sex, do they all have hoes?

Or do some have a girl that they learn and they grow with?

I like to know, what makes a rapper?

It might be me, but I don’t think it matters

What does he look like?

Nobody knows?

He’s just a rapper in plain clothes

When the curtain falls, after the show

Where does he go? Nobody knows

Yo, now it’s your call, short, fat, or tall?

What if he’s a she and not a he at all?

Or does a broad have to a be a C at least?

Or can it be decreased if she real up on the beat?

And is she realer if she raised in the street?

Or can they still feel her if she raised in CT?

And if they spit do they have to have kids?

Or can they have a mom, a dad, and little sis?

And in the morning do they have to have grits?

Or can they favorite breakfast be eggs Benedict?

It makes me think, is there a rapping type?

And if so, yo, what’s a rapper like?

And do they sell drugs, or go to school?

Cocaine or college, tell me what’s the rule

I’d like to know, what makes a rapper?

It might be me, but I don’t think it matters

What does he look like?

Nobody knows?

He’s just a rapper in plain clothes

When the curtain falls, after the show

Where does he go? Nobody knows

My name’s Asher (Hi, Asher)

And those who care to ask, I tell them I’m a rapper (A rapper)

But I don’t look like it, not one bit

I’m short and thin with some pale-ass skin (That's right)

Got one girlfriend and I love her

With two sisters, a father, and a mother

I guess I’m different, like no other

But you can’t judge a book by it’s cover

I write about what I feel, see, live

My boys like to say I’m the realist it gets

Sometimes I feel like Boston gets

Maybe flip the script on some ROY-G-BIV

Whatever the mood, no matter what I listen to

I always do me, never do you

I’d like to know, what makes a rapper?

It might be me, but I don’t think it matters

What does he look like?

Nobody knows?

He’s just a rapper in plain clothes

(Johnny, I’m loving that piano)

When the curtain falls, after the show

Where does he go? Nobody knows

Oh yeah, once again this is Pete Rockwell, Asher Roth

The Leopard Lounge, everyone

In the back room… gets a little pep in your step

As the homies say: this thing is jamming

Pour me another Scotch, Margot

I’m just loving this right now

Thirty years in the business; still banging out the hits

This is Pete Rockwell, baby, Asher Roth, signing off

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