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elephant in the room - rashid kay lyrics

let me take my time to address the elephant in the room
all this fake intelligence will be doomed
irrelevant pretty soon
f-ck my mother tongue, i speak my mind
emceeing is believing so it’s more than just meets the eye
you’re just a dj, can’t rap – can’t produce, how the f-ck the song’s yours?
you culture vultures in the game for the wrong cause
hip hop is going down the drain
one n-gga had a hit, now your whole label sound the same
i don’t like none of this weak sh-t
you should have died instead of mizchif
i’m a true jozi n-gga and a loyal citizen
you’re just a boy who visitin
i know them serial k!llers
who can rape you and sell your body parts to traditional healers
rashid be the sick typa kid that spit venom
talk sh-t you get hit with a canon
what you know about them n-ggas who like
pulling the triggers and knives
thinkin they bigger than life
for me to take shots, first you gotta be on my league
your sh-t ain’t dope, so i get high on my e
yo! i’m from the zone where clones get chromes in they domes for they phones
out of proportion, bubblegum rappers get blown
it’s 011 on the clock, that means your time’s up
no i don’t do drugs, i only go to your show just to sniff your line up
ya n-ggas need to shut your p-ssy lips
before you get bruised by the uzzi clip
futsek jou gaat, you wack as f-ck and relying on publicity stunts
i’mma shove a double-barrel in your sh-tty c-nts
then i change my name from rashid – call me jub jub – i’m k!llin these kids
i respect a few but not you – i ain’t feelin your sh-t
when i’m not rappin, i be stuck in the office
i had s-x with a female cop just to f-ck the police
when the dog is in the house, i don’t think them cats ready
i got it on lock, now headz dread me
i be the black hitler k!llin n-ggas for they jewish
i finger f-ck your girl and let you smell v-g-n-l fluid
90% of these mcs be beyond repair, there’s no hope for recovery
marijuana for the room service – dope delivery
when they give me props talkin about “rashid you’re awesome”, i be like “look at my chick”
dawg, you are what you eat
fake thugs talk a lotta sh-t but never showin up
a mozambican steppin over the landmine has a better chance of blowin up
you got beef cause i cut the bull
with your fake gold chain while i drop the jewel
somebody tell these sweet n-ggas i rap hard
plus i carry heavy metal, now my waist is like a scr-pyard
you internet thugs are just a buncha cowards
you deserve 4 shots in the shower
close range, point blank to your brain – feel the 9 rhythm
even though i took a head shot, they still couldn’t id him
you rappers selling 40 units and you’re number 1 on itunes
then you brag about it, posing like a tycoon
you couldn’t see the cash flow if you saved your money on the river bank
twitter followers and bank balance ain’t equivalent
a compiler is a dj n-gga that doesn’t know sh-t
either you pay for airplay or you blow his d-ck
if all this bubblegum is the answer…

then it was a stupid question!

- rashid kay lyrics

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