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(Shmack) I rep The Who-Dey, I'm known as the Shmack Attack The fact that I aint black keeps my listeners jacked They can't believe what I spit, they expect my hits to be flat I say surprise, bitch, you just got lyrically smacked If you don't consider me real, you're too quick to judge me Just cause I don't pack heat don't mean don't you cant start to love me You just gotta buy into the rhymes I drop, its crazy Say I aint hard, I aint a gangster, it don't phase me I know I can spit, I got ability in me They hear my hits and all they can show is envy They wanna end me, they wanna be anything but friendly Most won't collab because I make their brains look empty When I'm compared to the best, the resemblance is eerie Only the real MC's see I'm real and they feel me I may be a 15 white boy nerd from the suburbs But forget it, when I'm spittin words your memorized by my verse (chorus) Packing rhymes toting lines no guns needed to shine G's of poetry, the ability to free your mind Don't gotta be a thug to be hot We aint fake just cause we don't wanna get shot We rap for a purpose to get a message across We don't act hard and we don't claim to be the boss You say we're not legit, we say you can never touch SongtexteBut just listen to us spit, and don't be too quick to judge (Jaygo) See I ain't gotta be a killa pimp They listen at me and they tell me that I'm real as them Or probably realer Yea I'm crawlin like a caterpillar, or standin higher And they see me on the mic man, it's set on fire Every time I spit a lyric boy, I'm comin wit it And them clowns disappearing boy, I think they fear it See the truth is something hard to accept I have em gaspin hard, at they lungs retaining breath Now explain yoself...how u do it that fake? And why u never live anything that you say? And why you always feel the need to come in my way? Or come in my space, even on myspace I see they all actin, I see they all playin I see they aint real...none of the things they sayin See I don't feel there's no need for explainin Cuz the lyrics speak, and the rest is all gamin (chorus) (pooch) There are no requirements to be a great lyricist The only thing you need is some heart and fearlessness My words are real, I don't even have to boast I know I can go anywhere, without toast people try to hurt me and call me fake but I aint changed I am who I am so what if I'm a bit deranged your insults are an uzi trying to rip through me but my heart is like teflon they will never subdue me when people say I'm too white to rap, I'm all smiles I just answer right back and exercise my lyrical styles As I pile on the lines of rhymes, you realize I'm shinin You wanna judge me, fine,, cause I know my shine is blinding my lines alone could bring a kingdom to the ground, my words are the ammunition, and here comes another round I'm reloaded, got my jaw cocked back ready to fire, but these words wont hurt they'll only inspire (all) Instead of a bullet Shot through the chest We chose to use your lyrics To impress You can love us or hate us, but you can't ignore us So one last time, take it to the chorus (chorus) Aus Songtexte Mania