Some rappers rap about how good they are at rapping. Clue: they’re really very goooood…

 

Lyrics:

 

When we’re writing rap we take the time to multiply

The amount of quality beats and rhymes required to satisfy

Reverting to the regular standard would mean that we haven’t tried

Just like all the G’s that we see drive by who appear to be acting fly

They all just spit out the same sorta shit

Like their mind’s eye’s been suck dry

While we cook up raps in a 4:4 time

Stuffed high like a sick steak pie

We know you’re hungry

We gonna feed ya

‘Cos I’m a preacher, I’ll teach ya

With lyrics that’ll please ya

 

Our lyrics are so hot, they’ll burn you, you’ll ignite

Yo, Michael Jackson heard our rhymes and he went white

Christ, we drop word bombs like a bank heist

We’re known for taking hostages, and capturing the zeitgeist

Gimma a rhyme I’ll throw it back to you twice

One time, just like you did it, then again but sounding nice

I roll a dice to pick my syllables and stick

I roll a six and drop a supercalifragi–

Lipstick all over my face, from all the ladies I got

They call him Dr. Dictionary and the Sultan Of Swat

He’s got a yacht, and ten pen-powered lyrical jets

Been on the mic since the beginning: I’m the rap-thesaurus rex

 

My tight bites have reached such heights that now I’m coasting

My lyrical flow’s a show, you think I’m boasting? I’m hosting!

The globe is my audience, sold out seats

Six million records sold!

I show up, I drop the beats

You’re word perfect: every track is etched upon your brain

It’s clinical: I’m at the pinnacle of my hip-hop campaign

I’m King Hurricane: and when I reign I flipping reign

9 Grammys? Champagne!

Twice platinum? Insane!

 

You should listen to our other songs

Our back-catalogue is excellent

It’s really very good…

You should hear us rap on the other track

Our lyrics are phat

Their back-catalogue is good…

 

My debut was written in the ghetto (groundbreaking!)

Shot to the top: fame, intoxicating!

Made a mil, moved to LA, and now I chill

Haven’t shot a man in years

I wake up, and have a chill

Have a sleep, have a swim

Eat some dill, have a chill

And when it’s time to write a lyric

We boast, and have a chill

 

He’s notorious!

I shot eight kids when I was nine

Wanna hear about it?

Get the first album, Track 9

 

Once upon a time I wrote a song

(It was good)

Now I’m satisfied, I wrote a flipping song

(And it was good!)

You know my last track, was all about heart-break

(It came from the heart)

This track’s inspired by that track

(It was lyrical art)

You know we’re all about the lyrics

(‘Cos I’m always writing lyrics like I’m all about the lyrics)

 

Every album’s won a Grammy but we don’t yet know

If this will win some too, we’re still in the studio

There hasn’t been a critical reaction to gauge

It’s not been on the radio, and it hasn’t been played

 

When I was a kiddie-winkle in my bedroom, listening to Dre

He told me to track down N.W.A., and press play

NWA’s EP, inspired by Easy-E’s demo, about his first demo

Inspired our first track (you should hear it, you’d like that one)

It took what we liked about the Easy-E demo

Which my friend Rick gave me, and sorta built upon it

Rick didn’t like it, but it took off

Anyway, that’s the er, the er… song that this one’s all about

 

[awkward silence]

 

You should listen to our other songs

Our back-catalogue is excellent

It’s really very good…

You should hear us rap on the other track

Our lyrics are phat

Their back-catalogue is good…

 

We gotta fill a whole flipping album of tracks

There’s gotta be some filler songs for kicking back and relaxing

(Like this one!)

If every song was lyrical gold, it would cease to be surprising

(Yeah, the schtick would get old!)

So if you think you like this song but can’t describe it

Listen to our next song, we’ll describe it

 

You should listen to our other songs

Our back-catalogue is excellent

It’s really very good…

You should hear us rap on the other track

Our lyrics are phat

Their back-catalogue is good…