Mars Ill - Glam Rap lyrics

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Mars Ill - Glam Rap lyrics

[manCHILD] Yes, this is glam rap central Calling hair band hip-hop with anthrax potential The pencil-pushers and number crunchers teamed up Poison the water and managed to keep it clean-cut Night, quiet, riot, an up-roar Twisted our sisters, like why they look like us for utilize a vast amount of hairspray To trick the programmers for ad spaces and air play I dare say your j**els are all rented To worn a gimmik with very specific limits A night ranger whose looking for a place to land Your motley crew is full of dudes who couldn't make the band Candy rappers pull out their L.A. guns And funds disappear when their carers is all done With judas priest, you pack arenas and big shows Midnight cinderella, we leaving you here on skid row Glam rap It's made for the clubs where they don't know the truth, but they making it up Glam rap It glitters and it shines, but it don't reflect for me and mine (me and mine) Glam rap We gonna burn it down, quick to wreck your body and say "turn the party out" Glam rap It's pretty-faced and perfect, we working the circuts just to bring the fans back [prince po of organized konfusion] ... Glam rap It's made for the clubs where they don't know the truth, but they making it up Glam rap It glitters and it shines, but it don't reflect for me and mine (me and mine) Glam rap We gonna burn it down, quick to wreck your body and say "turn the party out" Glam rap It's pretty-faced and perfect, we working the circuts just to bring the fans back [manCHILD] Hey lover boy, it's a slaughter Souls on the auction block and they taking the best offer Dudes looking like ladies in the '80s It's 2000 and 6 now and rappers are grabbing chicks' style Write it off and call me crazy? You bet, it's Chingy and Winger set to record a duet Bon Jovi to queen right to nelson(?) I got more than words, I rock for the first person Shock these absurd trend now, what now I captured the energy when you first got down No lipstick, no spinning rims, no spandex No pretty, shinny, flossed-out thug rapper wannabes, it's a cycle We on some Grand Master Flash meets Creedence Clearwater Revival Press a CD and vital raw recital Coban wins American Idol, take the title Tap your spial cord, plugged into AC-DC Shaking you down, so take it easy Glam rap is done, you gotta believe me Still rocking the spot from Abby Road to Beach Street Glam rap It's made for the clubs where they don't know the truth, but they making it up Glam rap It glitters and it shines, but it don't reflect for me and mine (me and mine) Glam rap We gonna burn it down, quick to wreck your body and say "turn the party out" Glam rap It's pretty-faced and perfect, we working the circuts just to bring the fans back