Music by Gunjan “DJ Playuhhh” Patel - I Write Rap Songs lyrics

[Verse 1: Daveed Diggs] Okay, so apparently the time's come This Morris Day gonna be remembered when the time's done No timeouts, ten-yard-line, son I guess I'd best commemorate it with a rhyme They be like, "Diggs, where that album, why you stalling?" I tell them, "Chill, to a giant, it's a small thing," But [?] this album is all things So I take my time to make sure that it is scalding [?] bubble, you can check the wash video And every word is perfectly respectful of my city so Maybe I am short on game, [?] But my chatter Chitty Bang and shatter any critical Ma** of ma**ed rappers limpin' in the game, pigeon-toed And I'm a hypocrite, cause it's the same thing I'm inchin' toward I know if my music ain't listened to, it's invisible But sh**, don't the song slap? Trick, what is you b**hin' for? [Chorus] Who this is? Why he wear his pants so long? Why he in the club with his T-shirt on? Why he act a fool? Why he dancin' all alone? What that boy do? I write rap songs I write raps, I- I write rap songs I write raps, I- I write rap songs I write raps, I- I write rap songs I write- I write- I write- I write [Verse 2] Fore! Comin' out swingin' Always hot on first cause he know nobody's seein' Now they say his club sh** is uber-European But he just stay on his grind, not denyin' or agreein' He is I, and I ain't Snoop Dogg, though I might be one to ego-trip too And you spit that Desert Eagle, less will not do And I follow the Queen's orders; we will rock you That we is royal, meaning I represent Open Cali to foil, meaning I learn defense On the border of boilin', meanin' open the fence Flowin' heat through the soil, upliftin' my residence And it's dense to the chemistry, bite like dentistry Breath like money, wait 'til they get a scent of me I exhale fate in your face like it was meant to be And haters keep on hatin' with they typical intensity [Chorus] [Verse 3: Rob Baron] Excited for this music, we runnin' the dash on 'em Sly-talkin', back-stabbin', now gimme the smash on 'em Kanye, strobe lights, you see me? I flash on them No jabberwocky, see 'im? He ride with no mask on 'im Rob Baron, effective, they declared him [?] reality he's leavin' them A legend they will see in him whenever they look My black short story, James Baldwin and Gwendolyn Brooks Ay! Lights, camera, I'm ready for action When I'm choppin' down this wood, I'm feelin' my axe long When writin' these rap songs, entice 'em to come along When they're swimmin' over water like sprayin' some Axe on The continent's built strong motivation to keep me goin' If you're hatin' on a rap, you're really [?] Metaphorically shinin', just close to the platinum If you say I ain't affected, then really, your facts wro-o-ong *cough* Damn [Chorus] Who this is? Why he wear his pants so long? Why he in the club with his T-shirt on? Why he act a fool? Why he dancin' all alone? What that boy do? I write rap songs I write raps, I- I write rap songs I write raps, I- I write rap songs I write raps, I- I write rap songs I write- I write- I write- I write