Текст песни: Interlude 1 (I'm A Rapper) + перевод

You know, baggy pants, book bags, baseball caps.

(Ohh, backpacker.) No, a rapper.

You know, 40's and blunts, bitches and gats!

(Ohh, a gangsta.) No, a rapper! I rap.

I like shell toes, break beats, kung-fu flicks.

(Li-Like a beat girl?) Well, that’s not quite it.

I sweat myself, I grab my crotch, I curse a lot!

(Ohh, you’re from Brooklyn!)

No, a rapper but point tooken

I’m ghetto in the suburbs, white boys are my niggas,

They pay for the studio time, I complain, they fuckin me later

I go to jail a lot, I’m hardcore

(A thug?)

It’s bugged, I write poetry out of a deep CD need to be loved

I stand in circles, I roll with crews

I require affirmation, nah’mean? (Word, true!)

I represent! I hold it down in the streets!

(Ohh, you’re gravity!) No! I’m a rapper! I rap lyrics over beats!

(Hmm… you mean an MC?)

YES!

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