Who Says? from Exodus by Malloy

Chorus (2x):

Who said a white kid from the burbs can't rap?
Or be skilled in the craft of that old boom bap?
Every time I drop a rhyme hear the room go flat
Now if I was whack, how would I do that?


Verse 1:

How would I do that? How would I do rap?
How would I drop lyrics that I knew were phat?
If I didn't have skill, yo how true is that?
You think I'm bullshittin, what a foolish brat
I'm on another plane sometimes in my cranium
Either I'm smart or I might be insanely dumb
But whatever the case, be aware you can't fade me hun
Cuz I got a passion and that's something you can't stray me from
I surround myself all day in rap music
Snares, and kicks, and hi hats, I choose it
To be my influence, G, listening to true MCs
True lyricists who rock the mic fluently
I study the masters all the way from the grassroots
And up the ladder to the brash cash flashers
Absorb all the styles and demeanors
This dude’s on that conscious tip, I think that seems a
Bit interesting, let me digest it
And this motherfucker here, he wasn't blessed with
That type of flavor, naw he's a gangster
And this other MC, he's like an angst ridden prankster
This one is eerie, tellin tales of fear, he
Raises some topics that be tryin to steer me
To shivers, makes my bones quiver
And this motherfucker here? He's a beginner


Chorus (2x):

Who said a white kid from the burbs can't rap?
Or be skilled in the craft of that old boom bap?
Every time I drop a rhyme hear the room go flat
Now if I was whack, how would I do that?



Verse 2:

Some people like to paint, some folks they play ball
And some they just sit & think about the fall
Of society, the end is impending
How the fuck will I fight against it, not bending?
To whimsy, everyone is so flimsy
Well I means that's fine, but me I choose to bend the
English language outside of its norms
I contort and re-sort it till the shit's deformed
Try to stay informed on all the latest happenings
But still somehow find myself to be trapped in the
Past, with the shit that lasts
I'm not tryna be drastic but, I'm quite spastic
When I rap and shit
Because I always take it to the max of it
Even cause accidents, like an SUV that be backin in
Not paying attention, so it bashes and dents
Crashes and winces felt by infants
In the very instant when the shit gets intense
Woah, extended analogy
Oh, I'm offended, cuz how can he
Wish violence on his fans, ugh he's so dastardly
Crazy enough to pass for the
White reincarnation of fuckin ol dirty bastards seed
Stuck in a purty catastrophe
Droppin nuclear bombs on like 20 to 30 whack MCs
You practice for hours practically
I step to the mic and gradually
Hack up the track quite naturally


Chorus (4x):

Who said a white kid from the burbs can't rap?
Or be skilled in the craft of that old boom bap?
Every time I drop a rhyme hear the room go flat
Now if I was whack, how would I do that?


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• Hip-Hop/Rap
• alternative hip hop
• alternative rap
• east coast hip hop
• emo rap
• underground hip hop
• Philadelphia