DJ Hoppa - Suburban lyrics

[Intro: Iggs & Chapstick] Iggs: Hello! You're tuned into a single by Chapstick for... Whatever reason And lets only hope that it doesn't s** as bad as everything else in Beaverton seems to Now lets listen to this pasty, white, Justin-Bieber-looking tacky Chapstick Please silence your cellphones and pay attention to the lyrics for once (The floor is yours. I'm gonna go smoke some meth) Chapstick: Um... Thanks for the uh... Intro there. Okay um... Well I guess I'll start rapping now [Verse I: Chapstick] Welcome to Beaverton, everybody heres whack Its clear fact rap is being murdered and I fear that You hear rap with a repetitive hook and weird clap I'm steering clear of that ‘cause its making my peers mad Because Z-100 is constantly playing And to be redundant is all that they're saying Get on my knees and make a ruckus, God I've been praying That all these rappers that stuck would simply just fall off the playlist And all these other rappers here are saying that their work is ill They're s**ing uncontrollably but tell you they spit fury still Psh.. That buzz will be surely k**ed When we see the studio in the mansion up on Murray Hill All these albino kids, talking in ebonics and... Popping Klonopin in their father's den when mom's not in Like “you know me homie, I be out there and I got the rims,” Mom comes home, its like “will this happen? No mom, not again,” With sorry grins, popping mollies and doing Ollie flips? A lot of them could have great accomplishments, go to colleges Have all of it paid for, and be living life so problemless But all of them got their friends and followed them, pill swallowing Grew a tolerance and now they wonder where the profit is? And all these “hard” emcees can't riddle a punchline Using little to bust rhymes, “yo its really a tough time,” Like “I hustle, and leave you riddled when I bust nines,” Last thing you hustled was some Skittles up at lunch time So don't go acting like you wanna be sniping Chapstick Without pros like me, then your career would likely vanish And any fame you come to gain from acting ghetto, I'll snatch it Other words, you should know if you're hood, I'mma jacket Next we got all these guys thinking they're so much iller and sicker... Than anyone, couldn't get chicks tipping a stripper Like “your girl? You better get with her man, quicker Or I'll tap twice and like it like an Instagram picture!” Now jocks, most of you are cool, but some are having trouble and... I think you may have yourself confused with another man You play a mean left bench, don't pose as a running back What am I saying? Even bench is something you're s**ing at Now here's a few bars from a nerd that you may understand “I'll have you running back if you mess with my friends,” The beginning was okay but prepare for a tighter end Sk**s skyrocketed so high, they can't touchdown Its good, only converting points of view so what now? And people brag their moneys long, with coins you got the shortest stack With 25 cents and two nickels, go give that quarter back That's the only way you can score a dime I'll never play play a sport, but this game sure is mine Next we got these sad rappers, they're all some jerks With “love the hustle” on the shirt, and tries to spit the bombest verse And drops an F bomb on a song while his moms at work Talking G, probably thinks he rocks a verse Both of these fools are whack, they're tools in fact With useless music, stupid rap, thinking their crew is phat Making me cringe like soccer moms who are new to rap “Now you know I was brought up on gang signs and Ruger blasts,” But as a kid you knew your dad, and had food and cash I'm pale and tacky, how do I trash your rapping sk**s? When I don't wear Louis or Gucci with a matching grill? I'm not another rapper looking for chicks to score on But I've watched it happen, so I grow vein like forearms The name by birth? Well that's Michael Aaron Chapek The initials are MAC, so like I spit like a Mac10 Maybe Big Mac, like I'm tall, opponents sandwiched “Got yo gurl on my lips man thats why they call me Chapstick” Picture fame like “MAC” backwards, let it grasp you You put the gig in giggle, when you perform we laugh at you Remember my initials, they help me rap cool The first and last are the hobby but I'm cooler than the last two Thats in case you forgot my name since the talent show Back when I had an average flow, and I said I was back, you know But hip-hop in Beaverton has been scathed and been burned So Chapstick is back to make his return [Outro: Chapstick] Wow. That was a rap. Huh. Well. Onto the next one