Rappers, Rappers, Rappers Lyrics - Aceyalone

Artist: Aceyalone 

Album: Accepted Eclectic 

Song: Rappers Rappers Rappers 

Typed by: [email protected] 

(What I mean is basically there's no one 

The hunt for an MC brings investigation) 

This goes to all you ugly rappers, pretty rappers 

Big city rappers, country rappers, greedy rappers 

Itty-bitty rappers, witty rappers, two-for-fiddy rappers 

Hello-kiddie rappers, Frank Nitty rappers and [edited] rappers 

All you dapper rappers, young whippersnapper rappers 

Gun clapper rappers, fun rappers, Gamma Kappa rappers 

Gum rappers, idiotic rappers, psychotic rappers 

Melodic rappers and narcotic rappers 

All you phoney rappers, baloney rappers 

Me-and-my-homie rappers 

Tony Toni rappers and all that, yeah 

All you hood rappers, misunderstood rappers 

Think-it's-all-good rappers 

Let me tell y'all somethin 

Look.. I just wanna work it all out 

I just want everybody to do they thing and be cool 

Be who they are, you know 

First thing you should know is I'm not afraid 

Every rapper has the potential to be laid 

Down on his or her back 

When I'm down on my luck I get down on the track 

I clown on the rappers sort of like Barnum and Bailey's 

My stardust-bust is bigger and brighter than Hailey's 

Comet, I vomit up the astronomic on the daily 

Peel the steel skin off the mic and do a scaley 

The think rapper to shrink-rap that rapper 

And sink that boat of his 

My rap motor is a million mega-cycles 

My rap folder is a megaton and higher than the Eiffel 

Tower with sniper rifle power 

To blow off your melon and it ain't no tellin 

All you heard was rappers yellin 

My lyrics start propellin 

I get to wellin on em from the dome 

After I trail em home 

I like to catch em alone and STRANGLE em with the microphone 

And drag em back to Project Blowed 

Hold as many mics as I can possibly hold 

And rip up the session after the last rapper flowed 

I never fold, even though my pokerface is old 

The world's cold, probably why I stay in battle mode 

I would love to touch your ego 

European, latin or negro 

Rap Evil Knievel, but I ain't evil 

It's all nice, especially with the mic device 

When it's in my hand it's like throwin the trick dice 

It's the worldwide underground heist 

And what I'ma give back is more than suffice 

Pour me over ice and drink to think 

You're only as strong as your weakest - 

I dwell amonst the deepest 

As long as there's speakers I make songs for the peoples 

I push the ink, who gives a f[edited] what they think 

It's tight now, wait until I iron out the kinks 

It's tied down, wait until I iron out the kinks 

..Wait until I iron it all out, it's gon' be cool 

But like I said I want everybody to be able to do they thing successfully 

This goes out to all you shallow rappers 

Bottom-of-the-bottle rappers 

Spit-and-swallow rappers, hollow rappers 

Love-to-follow rappers, Apollo rappers 

And rah-rah rappers, yeah, all that, yeah 

To all you Big Willie rappers, silly rappers 

'My-mack-milli' rappers, smoke-a-Philly rappers 

Illy-illy, killy-killy rappers 

Not really rappers 

Yeah, all you signed rappers 

Blind-to-what's-goin-on-behind rappers 

Crime rappers, 'I'm-in-my-prime' rappers 

Part-time rappers, one of a kind rappers, too 

Yeah, you wanna go around the world, but you gotta have ??? 

You wanna paint a perfect picture but ain't got no paint 

But I'm the painter with the brush and the easel 

I like to rush em and I hit em with the ??fleezle?? 

I got a stick of dynamite, you got a stick of gum 

He tried to chew it up before I blew it up, it's done 

It's done, it's done, it's done... 

(What I mean is basically there's no one 

The hunt for an MC brings investigation)