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Rob Markman
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Writer
Hey yo Rob this is DJ Khaled
The streets is talkin' bro
They sayin' that you rappin' now
I said 'That can't be true'
I said 'No, Rob breaks down raps
He breaks down the bars, he breaks down the lyrics'
But they the streets sayin' that you rappin' now
Ayo Rob, if this is true hit me back
I wanna hear what type of bars you talkin' about
Because, for you to step in this zone
You must be in the zone
It's DJ Khaled
Bill your novel voice
Took a couple years but I did it
Shawty you could do it too
Did the days they said I couldn't
You just gotta believe in you
I don't know what the fuck you thought
I want the crown too
Couple jewels and plaques
Shit that sounds cool
You hear the hunger growl loud when I'm 'round fool
Around you I'm like cannabis, round two
I'm in the booth, soundproof but when I'm down to
I'm shootin' trays and wanna get fouled to
Picture me, spittin' bars and givin' how-tos
I'm in the wrong, error should've been around flu
Fuck it, this a revival of sorts
Now I'm livin' out on my wildest thoughts
My cousin caught a L, shit was ground in the court
So I'ma drop this motherfucker just 'cause life is so short
I'll be damned if a motherfucker panic for me
That's the start of the motherfuckin endin' to me
Shit's scary, all these ghosts and ghouls
It's a problem
Ok you a goon but ya goon got a goblin
Yo y'all, there's two very disrespectful things about you doin' a album
One: you didn't ask me for a hook, my high list, nothin'
And then, two: it's blasphemy for a media nigga to do a rap album nigga
You media, stay media man, keep it media nigga
How you gonna cross from media to rappin' nigga?
Get the fuck out o' here, nobody don't do that
I don't fuck with the suburbans in my city man
I'm superstitious, that's the shit they killed Biggie in
Tell Ubo, fuck him, I ain't gettin' in
I'ma sell a couple records and I'm gonna get a Benz
Everybody's shocked off the bead I lace
When I walk up in the spot they make the wee-bay face
You got fat while I starved shit I need a taste
Me and my team run this bitch like a relay race
This the warm-up, the game ain't even started
I'm just pennin' I swear I could go harder
It's just me, I swear I'm the only writer
I'm the old dirty bastard, my style ain't got no father
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I'm beggin' Father, the spirit's with they lyricism
Couple Caspers in the game, we need a exorcism
If they sleep, get 'em out they bed
Then Linda Blair with these verses, make they head spin
Hey man it's me man it's D-Day drama man
So listen, you know we talked about the rapping thing
And um, I don't feel like going according to plan
Like, you did your freestyle, you got three acts a night
Which you will play
The album? Like, how're you gonna just do the album?
You know, when we talked you said
I guess you wrote mixtapes comin' first about
Bob Mar gon' get the grips
Knew I was a writer
Never new I was a rider
Let's get the show on the road
I'ma finish up the RADA
The wordplay tighter, every verse fire
Anybody tell you different is a goddamn liar
Rick Grimes rhyme, got no fear
Rebel when that jealous hit, dead out here
My emotions ooutta control
Tryna get off on these keys and save my brothr's soul
And if this shit don't pay off
I know a couple Cs I could text who'd let the K off
Hold the sale, I got Ms to get
And a couple of the dreams I ain't mentioned yet
And they said I'd never make it
This for anyone who ever had a shot and didn't take it
For everything we love and everything held sacred
Gotta get it while you livin'
Let 'em drown in the hatred
Yo Rob, what's up my G?
This is Royce da 5'9'
Yo man, I heard through the grapevine that you're supposed to be rappin' now
Let me tell you something my brother
I always considered you like one of my deahs in this music industry
You know I wouldn't fuck with a lot of niggas
But I just need to see you to understand
That you can't be that guy, just like breaking down the rapper's verses
On Rap Genius, and not really come in with it yourself line for line
I got all the faith in the world that you gon' do that
Ha ha ha, aight?
Yo, it's your big brother Sway, hey Rob I can't believe you did it
But I knew it was in you
Careful, a lot of haters 'gon tell you what you can't do
That's when you do the opposite
That's when you keep pickin' up your bars
I'm proud of you Rob, and may your dreams come true
You a hyena
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