Lord Digga - Rap Blues lyrics

[Intro] (Laughter) I don't even know why I'm laughing Ain't even got money in the bank Still underground looking for that daylight [Verse 1: Ray Jets] How they go play Jets like cops and robbers Stick em' up Like 9-5's the only option Saying give the rap a rest Ironic how bars came out the pen So led keeps breaking in my pad like a bailiff Every time they hit me with a doubting statement Lately I'm insane in the membrane Tryna' take me for an amateur Gunslinging, malice and ma**acre pon' the camera How they go stamp on me With this 1st cla** delivery Footprints of the industry Kept In the form of N-a-s Hov and big figures that left So I pack a punch Chop you n***as if I get bored Open these blinds for your eyes Till you see light of course You ain't much below So you might as well head for it No surprise that your mums mourning Shook in my jungle Two lines will make you quick pause it Rewind Bump my track for a 2nd time No way you remembered anything past the 1st rhyme The Thrilla in manila Make the white girls squirt they vanilla All I want is a stage And some recognition of my ways in the picture Description D-double-O-R live in concert n***a [Hook] I got the Rap Blues I got the Rap Blues I got the Rap Blues I got the Rap Blues I got the Rap Blues I got the Rap Blues I got the Rap Blues I got the Rap Blues I got the Rap Blues I got the Rap Blues I got the Rap Blues I got the Rap Blues [Verse 2: Ray Jets] Sitting at the back of the bus Cos' I'm the black of the bunch Practicing my rapping I'm a addict like the f*gs to the bu*ts But frustrations all up in my brain cellular I'm prone to failure Cos' rains like a detergent to my verse Washing on words I'm tryna emerge Drip drop I lose the plot it's like a curse Blocking up the jot It won't stop Like the cops on King Got me fired up like pots and things I'm prone to sin Almost off the rails But still trained in the ways of poetic forte's Leave legacies engraved in your dome for days There like ooo Who he be? Ray Jets thick brows With the goatee But they still check him for I.D That's why the chicks call me baby face I don't vex They wanna' baby me Gladly s** chest Put they vag closer to my celery Fly coolie But I'm far from featherweight Kind of catchy ain't it Make you meditate crazy with the words I be saying Hmmmm Face it [Hook] I got the Rap Blues I got the Rap Blues I got the Rap Blues I got the Rap Blues I got the Rap Blues I got the Rap Blues I got the Rap Blues I got the Rap Blues I got the Rap Blues I got the Rap Blues I got the Rap Blues I got the Rap Blues [Verse 3: Ray Jets] No soul selling We doing this the fairway Swinging like the wife of a tiger This pride of a lion is possibly liger Knock the door Hit record These napalms set booths to light up Watch producers bodies pile up They want a taste Lyrics amaze Like where the minotaur Gimme beats I'll give you more Already sick of staying under covers Won't expose me to these guys, in the XL's highest column Just gimme' the chance I'm bound to drop them Like dominoes getting The Rock's rock bottom Now who the boss on top of your forum? British kid can't spit? Now who the hell be talking all of that foreign Plain and simple Ima' have to change my scribe for the sword more often [Hook] I got the Rap Blues I got the Rap Blues I got the Rap Blues I got the Rap Blues I got the Rap Blues I got the Rap Blues I got the Rap Blues I got the Rap Blues I got the Rap Blues I got the Rap blues I got the Rap blues I got the Rap blues